#clois: *in bed*

[stardustinthesky]

You know, every time I think there's nothing more that could possibly happen to us... I know. I don't fight it anymore, that's us. Our lives are just... What? Weird?

[this-is-a-love-story-isnt-it]

Lois & Clark 4x19 "I think I need you to warm me up some more."

[90stvfangirl]

Lois & her somewhat obsessive love for Superman. But who can blame her? And he definitely played on it with all these nightly fly by visits.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Hair Trigger

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam, YJ98

Summary: A junior at Gotham University, Jason finds it difficult to conceal his worsening mental health from his family and his friend, Jon Lane Kent. Family secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed as Jason and Laney struggle to navigate through school, their romantic feelings, and their trauma. Could the reintroduction of Laney Kent be more trouble than it's worth, or is it just what Jason needed to confront the demons of his past?

I will also do trigger warnings for chapters and if there is smut I have the chapter(s) tagged so you don't have to worry about nsfw in the fic if you're just here for the story itself.

Chapters: 25/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jonathan Lane Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Natalia Knight, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Chris Kent, Bart Allen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: JayLaney, Clois, TimKon

Additional Tags: University AU, No Powers AU, Sharing A Bed, Romance, Angst

Chapter Twenty-Five: Cutting Class

Jason cut through the park on his way home for lunch, and he let himself in. Soft music played in throughout the apartment. "Honey, I'm home!" Jason announced. Laney sat on the floor next to Gus. Laney never even looked up. Jason sat across from him and touched his hand. "Baby, you okay?"

Laney nodded and hugged Jason. "Hi, Jay," Laney whispered, "Sorry if I'm being weird. I just woke up from a nap. I did your laundry and met your laundry buddy."

"Nana?" Jason asked. Laney nodded.

Jason leaned forward and kissed Laney's forehead. "Jason, I made paninis. It's in the oven... Two for you two for me." Jason smiled and put on a mitt to get the paninis out of the oven. He put them on a plate and sat back on the floor with Laney.

They ate quietly, and Laney chuckled. "Taste good?" Laney asked. Jason nodded and covered his mouth as he smiled. "Let me see you smile."

"Laney, my mouth was full," Jason smiled, "But thank you so much for lunch, Lane. Do you mind if my mom comes over for dinner?"

"Did you already invite her for tonight?" Laney asked.

"No, not for tonight. Sorry... I meant Saturday night," Jason explained, "Just the three of us. I was thinking we could go out to a little restaurant." Laney nodded and smiled as he ate.

"What does your mom think of me?" Laney asked.

Jason furrowed his brows and looked at Laney. "My mom sent me a text the other day asking if I was being nice to you," Jason leaned over and took a bite of Laney's sandwich. "She knows without you, I probably wouldn't have been so open to forgiving her."

Laney finished eating his sandwich and lay his head on Jason's shoulder. "Well, you know how my parents feel about you. My parents have all but planned our wedding," Laney answered, and Jason gave Laney a bite of his sandwich.

"If our families can survive Thanksgiving at my dad's, they can pick the date," Jason joked, "And then you, me, and our brothers are riding to Chris's game in a week or two." Laney kissed Jason on the cheek and put his plate in the sink. Jason finished his sandwich and washed his hands in the sink before answering emails on his phone.

"What's that?" Laney asked as he nudged Jason. Jason grinned and handed Laney his phone. "Get the fuck out of here!" Laney exclaimed as he jumped up and down before nearly tackling Jason in an embrace.

"It's only the first part like Bart, and I haven't even started printing yet, but I—." Laney kissed Jason and grabbed his face. Jason blushed and pressed his forehead into Laney's shoulder. "I can't remember what I was gonna say."

"Can I see the book?" Laney asked. Jason kissed Laney's neck. "Is that a yes?"

"No. I want you to see it as a hardcover," Jason replied, "I gotta go back to school in a minute, but I was thinking we could take a walk..." Laney nodded, and he got up and put his shoes on. Jason grabbed Laney's hand and his bag, and they walked around the park in circles. Jason swung Laney's hand as they walked ad thunder cracked in the background. Laney's face lit up as lightning struck, and Jason smiled at the feeling of Laney squeezing his hand. "It's gonna rain. It'd be a shame to miss such a nice storm—."

"Jason, you don't have—."

Lightning flashed as they kissed in front of the fountain. Laney walked around the border of the fountain, and Jason tugged at his hand. They walked deep into the center of the park, and as the rain began to fall, Jason whispered, "Remember during winter break when we were kids, and it rained in Metropolis? You told me that nothing was more exciting than watching lightning strike." It started to sprinkle on them.

"You also forgot to mention that we stayed up talking that entire night. You were the first boy I ever opened up to, and it felt good. Like I know you always get on me for not telling you how I feel about things, but you're the only person outside of my family that I'll even talk about my feelings with," Laney replied. Jason softened and looked at the sincerity in Laney's eyes. "I've been thinking about everything that happened lately, and I have some really bittersweet feelings on what I'm about to say—."

"You're breaking up with me, aren't—?"

"What the fuck? No! I wanted to ask you something. Please just listen before you jump to conclusions," Laney chuckled, "Sylvia is moving out, but she's not gonna move in with her girlfriend until I find a new roommate." Jason stopped in his tracks, and thunder roared, startling them both.

Even after the momentary fright wore off from the thunder, Jason stood frozen. "Are you asking me to move in with you?" Jason asked. Laney nodded.

"The nice thing is if you get tired of me, there's another bedroom. Then Gus is getting a little attached to you, and I know we've been together a little less than a month, and I've probably given you high blood pressure in this little bit of time... When I wake up and know you're there, I hear music," Laney whispered, and Jason chuckled. "No, I know it's corny, but I've only ever felt this way around you. I can give you your space when you need it. I can reorganize the spice rack, I can buy different laundry soap—." Jason kissed him.

"Shut up. I have to give thirty days' notice," Jason smiled, and lightning flashed. "Can we tell my mom at dinner?"

The rain poured down harder, and Laney shivered. "Yuh-huh. Now let's go get a coffee. I'm freezing," Laney whispered. Jason gave Laney's hand another little squeeze, and they were on their way.

Once they got their coffees, Jason and Laney walked back to Jason's apartment. "Laney," Jason stopped him after closing the door. "Your clothes are soaked." Laney chuckled and threw off his wet clothes. Jason did the same, and he went back to his room. "I'm gonna throw on some sweats. You want something?" Jason whispered. Laney nodded.

"The green sweatshirt in your drawer," Laney replied, and Jason went through his drawers and pulled on a pair of sweats. "And can we talk about how you take your coffee black?"

"That's how my dad always makes his coffee," Jason replied. Jason came out of his room with the sweater for Laney in one hand, and he carried his hamper in the other. After Laney put on Jason's sweater, they sat on the couch, and Laney took his coffee off the table. Jason lay his head on Laney's lap and turned the tv on. Laney ran his hand through Jason's hair, rustling his fingers through it gently.

Jason curled up and closed his eyes. "I used to hate thunderstorms... When we were up that whole night, we sat close to each other, and all I wanted was to hold your hand. Something about you makes me feel so small in a good way," Jason confessed. Laney smiled and leaned down to press a kiss on Jason's forehead.

Jason's phone rang. "It's Dick... Don't ask me how I know, I just do," Jason mumbled as he sat up and answered the phone. "Hey, Dick."

"You're not in class?" Dick asked. Jason answered with a noise. "Good, are you busy?"

Jason looked at Laney, and Laney shrugged. "I'm with Lane, but we're just watching tv. Why?" Jason asked.

"Oh, tell Lane that I said hi. I actually called to ask about him. How's everything going with you two?" Dick asked.

Jason muted himself. "Can I tell him the good news?" Jason asked. Laney nodded and kissed Jason's cheek.

"Wait, no, let me tell him. Put it on speaker," Laney whispered. Jason un-muted himself and put the phone on speaker.

"You there?" Dick asked.

"Yeah, sorry. Laney just wanted to ask me something... We actually have some good news—."

Dick let out a loud noise over the phone. "Jason, you gotta let me be your best man—." Laney laughed.

"No, we're moving in together. Well, Jason's moving into my place, but not until late next month," Laney announced. Jason smiled and kissed Laney's neck.

"Aww, congrats! Wait, what about your roommate?" Dick asked. "Jason said you had a roommate."

"That's the bittersweet part. Sylvia's moving in with her girlfriend, but not until Jason's officially ready to move in," Laney replied, "How are you?"

"Good, I'm gonna be in San Francisco for a few days, but I wanted to know if everything was good with everybody before I go," Dick replied.

Jason lay back down on Laney's lap. "Why are you going to California?" Jason asked as he closed his eyes.

"Scouting stuff, and I'm visiting some friends," Dick answered.

Laney gave Jason's head a playful scratch, and Jason let out a soft noise. "Did you just purr?" Laney whispered. Jason smiled and touched Laney's hand as an invitation to continue. "Sorry, he's going to sleep. We'll call you back," Laney whispered in his soft tone.

"Goodnight, Jason. Goodnight, Lane," Dick laughed, and he hung up.

"Baby, don't go to sleep," Laney whined. Jason mumbled something, and Laney leaned close to Jason to listen to his voice. "I can't hear you."

Jason opened one eye and mumbled, "Behind my ears again." Laney grinned and rubbed his thumbs in little circles behind Jason's ears. Laney went back to scratching Jason's scalp.

Jason hummed as Laney massaged his head, only stopping to play music on his phone. "I like this a whole lot," Jason whispered. Laney bent forward and pressed a bunch of little kisses to Jason's face. "What song is this?"

"I made this," Laney answered. Jason sat up and opened his eyes. "No, lay back down. It's not even done yet." Jason took Laney's phone and held it up to his ear. Jason sat on his knees on the couch, and Laney pulled him back down. "Come back down."

Jason gave Laney his phone back, and he climbed over Laney to get off the couch. Laney grabbed his waist, and Jason let out a laugh involuntarily. "I'm gonna go shower," Jason laughed, and Laney let go.

"I wanna come with you," Laney playfully whined.

"You can come and sit in there while I shower, but I shower alone," Jason offered. Laney chuckled and took his hand. "You're so cute. Come on."

[martyrbat]

superman: lois lane

[ID: Clark Kent in his Superman costume laying on a bed with Lois Lane. They're both on their sides and are facing each other, Lois keeping her head propped up with her hand as Clark rests his head on his folded arms. His booted feet are right on her fucking pillows. He asks her, “So... What brings you here?” Lois, who apparently doesn't mind the pillow audacity, replies, “... To the middle of frozen nowhere? A story. Your turn — my message told you this would just be a quick trip... What's so important that you had to fly all the way up here?” Clark looks slightly surprised at being called out before smirking mischievously.

He drags out, “well...” before suddenly leaning over her! He grabs her hand as his other arm wraps around her upper back. He smiles charmingly and tells her, “You are. Since recent... Events have reminded me how precious and fleeting a thing life is — I realize that every moment I can steal away and see you — even just for a second, is a chance I shouldn't let myself miss.” Lois calls through his corniness and reassures him, “You're checking up on me. Relax, Romeo, this isn't a dangerous story, you don't have to fret.” She is, of course, lying. END ID]

[absentlyabbie]

on the cat post: barn cat thoughts?

i understand the rationale and practical applications, and i grind my teeth about it less if they're at least spayed/neutered and given proper, regular vet care, but if that cat is just allowed/able to wander freely it's gonna have a shitty and likely very short life, on top of the negative impact it will have on the local environment beyond the barn's pest control issue.

i'm in no way an expert, but it's hard to imagine there's not some alternative that, while it may not seem cheaper, doesn't cost a life.

[potatothatsoftens]

HELP THIS IS TOO ACCURATE

especially ju meok being the only child for a while then becoming eldest lmao

So I just finished Crash Landing On You and I can’t help but think of Captain Ri’s Company Five as a family. Without further ado, let me present to you…Company Five + Se-Ri Family! First off..

1. Captain Ri Jeong Hyeok, the patriarch.

Protects everyone at all cost. Tough on the outside but very soft on the inside when it comes to the mother goose. Has good communication skills. Would spend time with his sons but would dedicate more time with his wife. His sons will understand. They’re happy to see their parents happy.

2. Yoon Se-ri, the mother goose

She’s the Boss Lady™. Of course she would be because she loves spoiling her husband and children. “Here’s my card. Now, get out there and shop!” She loves her children as much as she loves her husband.

3. Geum Eun Dong, the youngest

Do I have to explain???? He deserves all the head pats. 🥺

4. Park Gwang Beom, the second child

I was debating whether he’s the middle or the eldest child but I resorted on making him the second child who sits in the middle of everything and observes. He’s also the youngest son’s emotional support brother. Probably the single, active brain cell within the siblings. Also Lee Shin Young is so cute I wanna die.

5. Kim Ju-Meok, the eldest

He’s the brother who was an only child for a long period before Gwang Beom showed up. Oh, and he also have the active brain cell. That makes it two brain cells.

Now, you ask me where Master Sergeant Pyo is in this dynamic?

6. Pyo Chi-Su, the patriarch’s brother

He’s the grumpy, older brother of the patriarch. He sometimes babysit the brothers when mom and dad are away (aka risking their lives for each other or going out on a date in Switzerland because they boujie). He’s a cool uncle sometimes.

I now can’t recover from this series. I might need therapy to move on.

[dmitriene]

cw: omegaverse, knotting, breeding.

alpha simon riley coming back to the base after being away on recent mission, it's been too long, enough so you, his omega, would grow unsettled and worried, needy in the absence of his warmth beside you, made to sleep alone, grappling at what remained from his addictive pheromones on the sheets and couple of clothes, and just as you started losing it slowly, the heli with his team finally came back.

you're the first to welcome him, shoving through other soldiers and the captain, lumbering towards his solid frame, gear grimy, stained here and there with dried blood, some dust, his usually masculine scent thicked with sweat, gunpowder, so easily detectable and comforting it's makes you purr, stumbling against his muscular chest, clinging to his vest with tight, clenching fists, and he accepts your weight easily, throat rumbling with familiarity, masked face nosing directly in yours.

simon knows how much you missed him by your actions alone, the way your body shakes with the force of your own rumbling purrs, how you nuzzle in the crook of his neck, trying to stick your nose under his balaclava, clawing and scratching with your trembling fingers, high on the adrenaline just because he's finally here, your alpha, your throat tightening on a small, feisty growl when he tries to put you back down, already in his quarters.

you don't let him go to take a shower so easily, not until he takes care of you like he should, because you waited so much, all of his clothes and sheets now soaked fully by your cloying scent, something animalistic in it, doubled with excitation, and simon turns his head to the little chirp you let out, a purr, a whimper, stretching out on his bed, presenting, ass up with a tentative wiggle, glancing back at him with needy, wide on plea gaze.

simon fullfill's your every need, knowing how you missed cumming on his fat, engorged knot, with how pliable and wet your hole are, split wide to accommodate the girth of him, veiny and throbbing, jamming rough and deep against your spongy spot, making you tighten, bring him close to the point of filling you full of his cum until your tummy would ache, cunt pulsing and clamping with short pulls around his growing knot, welcoming his release against your cervix, the wrecked growl from his throat.

you remain tucked under heavy, fluffy blanket while he takes a shower, body twitching in the aftermath, feeling how his cum dribbles in frothy, creamy globs out of your hole, trailing down your thighs, squished together, lidded eyes barely open by the time simon comes back, sliding in beside you, cradling you close, arcing a calloused thumb over the fresh, swollen teeth dents on your mating gland, before pressing you even closer, his chest purring in response.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[nerdygirlramblings]

the real rut (finally!) and an update on Dad's litter

a/n: I have been so genuinely excited for this chapter. Best settle in, it's longer than normal. PSA: aftercare is sexy, y'all.

cw: poorly executed accents, handjobs, omegaverse tropes (rut, knotting, male pregnancy/birth*)

previous

It was dark, quiet. Calm. A siren song for the bone-deep fatigue creeping through Ghost's veins. He shuffles into the room, peeling off his trousers and jersey. He's trying to steal a few brief hours of sleep now before his rut takes over. There's no point into pulling back the coverlet; he knows it'll be supper soon. Ghost tries to settle in for a quick kip, but as soon as his eyes slip closed, he's surrounded by the scent of you, and his alpha roars to life. The sweet citrus smell floats like a cloud around his head, bypassing all rational thought. A rumble starts deep in his chest. His rut isn't starting yet, but he's been distracted all day with thoughts of you. Of how he left you behind. Of how he doesn't know where you are. Of how he can't protect you.

His alpha is barely caged, straining against the leash Ghost keeps him on. This false scent cloying the covers of his bed makes his teeth itch. His alpha scratches the back of his brain. It wants you. It misses the flash of determination in your eyes, how capable you are at every task they put you up to. It misses your quick wit, intelligence on full display. It misses your kind heart, how you check in on your former squad and help those rookies who are struggling. It misses your sweet smile, the one you reserve for the people you let close, lips closed, corners slightly upturned, a contrast to the toothy grin that never reaches your eyes. It misses your lilting voice, like a song only the team gets to hear.

His alpha wants its omega. It wants to sink its teeth into your soft skin. It wants to bite. To claim.

His alpha has waited long enough.

Shuffling off thoughts of sleep, Ghost picks himself up and makes his way to the door. The quiet of the room is shattered by laughter echoing from the kitchen where Soap and Gaz are preparing dinner. The idea of sleep still pulls at him. His upcoming rut is already draining him, and he knows from experience that some decent sleep and a few good meals will make the whole situation easier to bear.

But he's on a mission.

Ghost bypasses the betas in search of Price. Having you on the team and not courting you is no longer acceptable. Price is settling down with some paperwork in the office he'll make his home for the next ten days. Ghost slips into the room, closing the door so it's just the two of them. If this conversation doesn't go the way he wants, there's no need for the betas to even know it happened.

"We need 'er, Price," he says with no preamble. There's no clarifying who he's talking about. Ghost knows Price knows. "This 's gone on long enough."

Price leans forward, forearms braced against his legs, hands steepled together. The silence stretches for long moments, Soap's and Gaz's laughter floating up from the main floor. Ghost knows how to be patient, but right now his alpha is ready to fight Price for you. Ghost needs you. Ghost doesn't need anyone. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he can't help the growl that slips out the longer he waits for Price's response.

Price's gaze sharpens on his lieutenant at the noise, then he indicates the other chair with his chin. "I'd rather not," Ghost says.

The comment is met with a huff from his Captain. Meeting Ghost's eye, Price admits, "I know we do. 's part of the reason I urged her to head home. 'm hopin' seein' 'er family pack'll make her a little lonely." He stares at Ghost as he says, “‘m hopin’ it makes ‘er want a pack of ‘er own.”

Ghost levels a glare at his alpha. “Ya better be right. ‘Cuz if yer not, I’m gunna be tempted ta say something.”

It’s an agonizing two days trading texts and quick calls with your moms while Dad is giving birth. True to your word, before the car was out of sight, you were calling Michael and Helen to keep them updated. When he hears, Michael tells you he'll be home the next day. You urge caution, or at the very least not leaving until after lunch. He's close enough that he'd still be home by supper. Helen is a different story. She wants to leave right away, but you walk her through finding the fastest, cheapest way to cross the country. The best deal you could find puts her on the first flight out in a day and a half.

Each time Mum or Mama call, you gather your siblings around your phone so they can see you’re all alive and well. They trust you, but seeing Michael and then Helen safely home, knowing Ben and Norah and Davy are being cared for, eases their worry. It lets them focus on Dad and the safe delivery of a new litter.

Instead, you do everything you can to prepare the house. The nest is tidied and expanded, everyone dropping in freshly scented shirts or blankets for when the moms, Dad, and hopefully a new pup or two come home. There's always three or four pots going on the hob. Soups and stews are cooked in abundance and portioned away. Large batches of sauce simmer next to pans of pasta: trays of ziti and lasagna that will only need the final cooking stage to be ready. Mum's vacuum sealer is put through its paces as you marinate chicken, steak, pork, and salmon. If Dad delivers this litter successfully, Mum and Mama will need to lean on the triplets more, so you work with them, making sure they know how to prepare everything you stuff into the freezer.

In the pre-dawn hours of day three, the call arrives that Dad safely delivered two pups, a little girl they named Amelia and a little boy they’re calling Grant. You don’t know what possesses you to do it, because you know Ghost is in the middle of his rut, Price having called you yesterday while he was restocking food for the others and you could hear faint sounds of a voice keening in the background, but you call Price. He picks up on the first ring, remnants of sleep pitching his voice lower than normal which makes your omega purr. You’re crying happy tears, but he hears the hitch in your breath and is instantly alert. “Ren?! Gimme a sit rep. What’s goin’ on, luv?”

“A little boy and a little girl, Captain. I got two new siblings,” you ramble, cheeks stretched wide from how hard you’re smiling.

“Oh, Ren, that’s wonderful news! ‘M so glad you were home when it happened, yeah? Family is important,” he tells you, as if you need the reminder. “And having the whole pack there is gunna be great for the pups when they come home.” His comment about pack deflates your happiness a little. Yes, this will always be your family pack, but your parents moved on from their family packs when they married, forming a pack of their own. You remember what your dad said about his decision to become Mama’s and Mum’s omega, about it being the easiest and hardest decision of his life. What you didn’t understand at the time was how hard it is to make the conscious choice to step away from the safety of a family pack. But you get it now. Your omega whines at being denied a pack of her own to care for and be cared for by. She whimpers at the idea of an alpha's rut, and you can only imagine how much sharper Ghost’s scent is right now. Would he smell more like Mum’s cooking, or would it be tangier, like pickling spices? Did Soap’s scent change? Kyle’s? You don’t know if beta scents respond to heats and ruts like alphas and omegas. Does Price reek of aggression or is his scent unchanged? How much sweeter does your natural fresh berries scent get during a real heat?

There’s an ache in your chest that wasn’t there before. You hastily say, “Sorry fer waking ya, sir. I just…I’m excited and really happy. I guess I’ll talk ta ya soon, yeah?” He lets you drop the call a few moments later after promising to share your good news with the others as he’s able.

Alone in the kitchen of your childhood home, you let yourself cry. When Davy finds you for breakfast, you tell him the good news and brush off the tear tracks as those of happy tears.

Gaz limps to the door as Ghost rumbles in his sleep. He glances over his shoulder again, a question on his face, but Soap practically pushes him out the door. Though the betas worked Ghost in tandem, hands and mouths everywhere, it was Gaz under him, taking his knot, the last two rounds. He whispers a quick "Thank you" to Soap before ducking through the doorway into the hall. The latch snicks softly as Gaz heads to the kitchen. His stomach has been gurgling, and he needs something more substantial than the granola bar he'd had three hours prior in order to head back to Ghost later. The alpha's ruts are always rough, but there's something sharper, more vicious about this one, and Gaz is certain it has to do with you.

Price is sat at the table as Gaz slowly shuffles in wearing only his trunks, the new scratches crisscrossing his back clearly visible. Though he tries to hide the flash of discomfort as he sits, he's sure Price saw it and knows Gaz took Ghost's knot that last round. The soft, knowing smile he sends at Gaz is confirmation. It used to embarrass him, Price knowing Gaz took Ghost's knot, but not anymore.

There's rashers and eggs still in pans on the hob, set there to stay warm, ready for whomever emerges from the main room in need of protein. Gaz huffs a harsh breath through is nose when he realizes he should have made a plate before sitting down. He braces his hand against the table, but before he can lever himself up, he's stopped by a firm hand on his shoulder. "Let me," Price says, pressing a kiss to Gaz's head. "You rest." Price is here to make sure his pack is taken care of, same as it is on any mission.

The plate Price puts in front of Gaz has a heaping helping of eggs, a few rashers, and a pile of mixed berries. He also sets a cup of coffee and glass of water down too. When Gaz starts to dig into his food, Price tells him about his call with you.

"So she's happy, then?" Gaz asks.

Price shrugs. "Sounded so when she called." Gaz can tell there's more Price isn't saying, so he waits, a minute passing where the only sound is the scrape of his fork against his plate. "Told 'er how important it was for the new pups to have their pack."

Gaz recognizes the opening for what it is. "Ya think she wants a pack, then?"

Price hums and responds with, "Think we should 'ave a talk wi' 'er when we're all back on base." He watches Gaz eat for a few more minutes, encouraging the beta to drink the water he'd set down. The silence as Gaz eats is a comfortable one, borne of years of familiarity. Gaz watches his Captain watch him and smiles softly at the older man.

After a moment, Price breaks their eye contact, mumbling, "Enough, muppet," fondly. He pushes back from the table, snagging the empty plate and dirty fork, dropping both into the large sink. He'll handle them later, when the others are all occupied again. For now, he wants to take care of his beta. "I'll run a bath for ya, yeah? Let ya relax some." He stands next to Gaz and offers him an arm up, holding Gaz's elbow to steady him.

The en suite bathroom on the main bedroom is larger than the hall bath, but as the pack renovated the property, they made sure to install a large tub for instances just like this. Price sits Gaz on the toilet as he starts the taps going, water hot but not scalding. He dumps some Epsom salts in to help, then eases Gaz up, carefully slides his trunks down, and lowers him into the water. Before Gaz settles, Price slips into the water behind him.

Gaz leans back against Price's broad chest, purring a little. His beta preens knowing its been taking care of Ghost and is being taken care of by Price. He closes his eyes and sighs, letting the warm water soothe aching muscles. Price's hands trail lazily up and down his sides, comforting. Grounding. He feels the brush of Price's beard before he feels the voice rumble behind him, "Ghost helpin' ya out as ya help him?" Gaz's mind is too slow to respond before Price snakes his arms around the younger man's waist, "Or have ya been neglected?" His hands drop to Gaz's cock and wrap loosely around it.

A whimper escapes Gaz's lips. He didn't think he'd be able to go again so soon, but there's something about the way the callouses on Price's hand pull just right against the skin of his cock, something in the way Price's own erection throbs hot and hard against Gaz's low back. It's slow and soft, Price not holding tight or moving fast. The languid drag of his hand accompanies the soft kisses he runs up Gaz's neck. A few minutes or hours later - Gaz can't be sure - his hips start undulating, pushing himself into Price's hand with more insistence.

Keeping one hand on Gaz's erection, Price drops his other down to gently cradle Gaz's balls. Gaz trusts Price not to initiate any ass-play when he'll have to be back with Ghost later, but he succumbs to Price's soft pleasure. When his breath catches, Price holds him a little tighter, moves his hand a little faster. Gaz feels the small, almost unconscious thrusts Price makes against his back, but it doesn't go any farther than that. Price strokes him to completion as the water cools around them and a thought flits through him about how nice it will be to do this for you after your own heat.

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*similar to @dragonnarrative-writes, my stance is male omegas have pseudo intersex characteristics like a uterus and birth canal, and like irl spotted hyenas, female alphas’ clitoris serves as a pseudo penis capable of delivering sperm but only during heats/ruts

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[zaineviu]

❛𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵❜ - L.F (SKZ)

synopsis. Felix feels soft at the sight of his pregnant wife.

pairings. felix x reader!

content. sfw, husband!felix, pregnant!reader.

wc. 620

a/n. A very smooth continuation of ‘A little dramatic’ as I saw that many people liked that one.

part 1: ‘A little dramatic’

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"You shouldn't be drinking this."

"Felix, I have no problem with drinking this."

"But the baby..."

"The baby enjoys it, our little bean like it." Y/N took her husband's hand to let it rest on her belly.

How round and soft it was the poor man couldn't help but not smile.

"Y/N..."

"Come and hold me, drinking coke won't hurt me, it was just a little sip." Felix shook his head.

"Don't be stubborn and give me that." He snatched the empty bottle from her hands, making a mental note with throwing away all the cans that were in the fridge. "My love, the doctor said you couldn't drink these kinds of beverages, I'll make you a natural flavoured juice, okay? Healthier, healthier, and our baby will enjoy it."

Y/N groaned nodding, ignoring the sympathetic look on her husband's face.

She knew she had a commitment to eating and drinking healthy things, however; Jisung had brought a box with cans of soda that ended up forgotten in her fridge in the end, she couldn't help but grab just one can to take a mini sip of that cold Coke.

"You're so obnoxious. Baby, I hope and you don't go out like your dad, or I'll be very upset." She muttered. Her hands slid down her swollen seven month belly, in two more weeks she would be eight and you couldn't be anything but excited about it.

"I heard you, but I know our precious baby will look like you, I hope he does," the blond man confessed genuinely, sitting down next to you after leaving the full can of soda on the bedside table next to his bed. His hand never leaving your belly.

"Seven months in my belly, of course he have to." Y/N groaned, glad to feel Felix move closer and wrap his arms around you to lift your belly a little, letting you breathe.

"Do you want anything special, are you hungry, honey?"

"I don't think so, just you please... or well yeah, can you make me eat those cheddar cinnamon rolls you made the other night?"

"It tasted gross, are you sure you want that?"

"You're talking to someone pregnant, dumb. Of course I want to eat that." She groaned again after the sense of relief she felt at being in her cloying husband's arms.

"Stop doing that..." Felix pressed his lips to her neck, hiding his face in the crook of his beloved's neck. "I love you both so much...you make me so happy Y/N, I thank God for giving me the chance to be able to be with you and to have the chance to have a baby, our sweet love...I love you so much, love of my life..." 

Felix's eyes glazed over, breaking his voice at the end of his little speech, "you don't know how much I love you."

Felix began to cry, clinging to Y/N's body who smoothly turned around so she could hug him.

"I'm not leaving, Lixie, why are you crying, my sweet heart?"

"I don't know..."

"I'm the one who should be crying not you, stop crying, my love."

"It’s just that you make me so happy, so happy that I don't know how to express it."

"Everything you do for me is your way of expressing it, look, you even got me pregnant, what other proof of love do you need to get rid of that insecurity? I love you, with all my soul... and body."

Felix sobbed once more, clinging to his wife's body again. Inhaling your lavender scent, caressing your hair and letting his heart go out to her.

He felt at home.

And you felt loved.

[frankieburieshisdead]

𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

｡𖦹°‧ CW: NSFW, Top Reader, Virgin Sam

You loved what his skin felt like. Smooth and lovely like a petal you rub the water out of to let the smell stick to your fingers. He was taller than you, unsurprisingly- he was taller than most, but tall in the way deer legs were. Gangly and embarrassed to be seen. The first time you saw him you felt like a dirty pervert. He was bent over one of the bar stools at the pub, reaching around for a textbook he had dropped and you imagined taking him apart then and there. Pulling those shaggy bangs away from his forehead and yanking until his pretty shoulders were in an arch.

He made a little gasping sound when you bumped into him. This sweet breathless thing that made you grab your dick in your jeans and shift it from the press of your zip. "Oh I'm sorry I didn't see you," he said with his eyes glued below your belt. You were well endowed enough for most men to assume they'll rise to the challenge but ultimately opt out. Sam stuck his tongue out to wet his lips. You didn't think he would opt out.

It took two more semesters for you to fuck him. There was a chaste kiss once, behind the boiler room of your frat house. You weren't out to any of the guys, and you probably never would be. They we're fucking idiots but you weren't smart enough to get a degree without your football credits. Kissing Sam felt like forgetting all of that. He tasted like coffee bitters and pastry and when you bit into his bottom lip he made that sound for you again. You were probably going to spend the rest of your life chasing that sound, you thought.

"I'm not following you." That's what he said to you the next time you met. It was after a game, you had just come out of the pit and you wreaked of sweat and the grime you dragged off the field with you.

"Okay sweetheart."

He flushed from his toes to his cheeks when you said it. You knew it had to be tonight. You tossed him your keys, "wait for me in my car, I'm going to the showers."

-

When you got back to campus Sam lead you up to his dorm. There was this cloying tension even though neither of you had looked each other in the eye. Once you reached the room Sam slammed you against the door. It was a surprising show of strength from this bambi and you had to huff out a laugh.

"What?" He asked. He was nervous. He kept tucking the longest bit of his bangs behind is ear and shuffling from one foot to another. He wasn't sure he had made the right decision. You didn't let him stay unsure for long.

You didn't need to push, just stalk forward with Sam fumbling backwards till his legs hit the bed. You bent down and kept your lips just out of reach, hands on either side of the mattress. "Can I kiss you sweetheart?" Sam surged forward and locked his knobbly elbows around your neck, smashing his nose into yours. He tasted like he had put a flavored chap-stick on, and you wondered if it was for you. You licked past the cherry bomb blast flavor into his mouth, which was some how even sweeter. He whimpered when you flipped them, with his hips straddling your legs so you could grind up into him. You were so hard you thought you might break through the fabric.

It didn't take long for either of you to strip, you completely nude and Sam with his buttoned plaid shirt being the only thing protecting his modesty. When you moved to pull it off he shook his head. "Can I keep it on please," he had said, and looked oh-so-pitiful that you didn't have it in you to ask further. Instead you ducked under the shirt, letting it cover your head as you teased at his chest. He burst into a fit of giggles and something in your own chest loosened. "Sweet little Sam o' mine" you began to bellow and his giggles turned into a belly laugh, which then turned into a gasp as you teased his nipple with your teeth. "That feel good sweet-Sam?" you practically leered.

He clutched your head through the flimsy shirt, threading his fingers where he could find hair. You wrestled the both of you down so you could cage him in on the bed, smoothing your fingers up and down and into the crevice of his thigh. "How about this?" you sucked two fingers into your mouth and circled the cute puckered entrance, "this feel good baby?"

Sam clutched your shoulders, eyes big and pleading. "I have to tell you something."

Your eyes went wide. "Std?" He wouldn't be the first positive guy you slept with, you were just sure to wrap it up tighter than usual.

"What? No, not, that." He shook his head quickly. You had moved your hand from his hole to his inner thigh, stroking up and down in little swirls that spelt out S-A-M.

"The opposite actually. I haven't, well, I haven't done this before. Sorry. That was a stupid way of saying it."

It shouldn't have turned you on. God knows you shouldn't be straining in your pants at the thought of being Sammy's first. But oh my god I'm his first.

You grinned like a wolf, big and mean- hungry as you fucked two fingers in as far as they could go. You knew it was bad, that you should take it slow and virgin sweet but the way Sam's eyes rolled back into his head as he frantically looked for something to hold onto was too rewarding to stop.

"Oh god," Sam gripped the hair at the back of your neck roughly, undulating his hips on the crook of your fingers. "There! There!"

You lunged for his lips, sucking his tongue into your mouth. It didn't take long to stretch him out, and tomorrow you would feel bad about rushing it but tonight you were selfish enough to flip him over in your lap and smack his thigh hard enough to make him gasp. His legs bracketed your hips with his pretty face pressed into the sheets below you two. The bed was too small for two men, meaning you had to cradle his body as close to you and you could- chest to back, chin hooked over Sam's shoulder whispering filthy things into his ear.

It felt like you were melting when you pushed in. Sam's breath stopped and his knuckles turned white from where they gripped the sheets. Your head was tipped back when you whispered "you're good baby, breathe out" and he could barely whimper back at you. You pumped out a bit, flexing your hips back and forth. You pushed in between his shoulders, flattening his chest to the bed and arching his back further. "I said breathe."

He exhaled a puff of air and it relaxed him enough to push halfway in. His shoulders were shaking and his hair had fallen over his eyes. "Fuck Sam you feel like heaven baby. You think I can get all the way in?" You had your tongue between your teeth and you were teasing that spot you found with your fingers, grinding relentlessly. There was a bit of drool coming out of Sam's mouth from where it was pressed against the sheet, his eyes either squeezed shut or wide open and crossed when you hit that sweet spot head on.

It took you a bit to push in balls deep, but you would have waited years and climbed mountains to feel that tight heat squeezing you like a vice. Sam's hand shot back, wrapping around your wrist where it was clutching his hip. "Slow! Please." He sounded fucking wrecked. It was this pure moment of need clashing with a long earned lesson of delayed gratification. He was beautiful. So much of your sex life was defined by haste. An act of 'getting-it-over-with'. This wasn't that. You wouldn't let it be. You thrust into Sam slow and easy, every now and then snapping forward to watch his eyes roll back into his head because you aren't a Saint. You lost control for just a bit at the end, ramming into him faster than he could snap back, but he didn't seem to mind, lacing his fingers with yours even after he came and was twitching through the aftershocks.

You were lying next to him, trying to catch your breath when, with an unexpected show of strength, Sam pushed himself up onto your chest and straddled your hips, pressing his wet body back against yours.

"Woah there cowboy, you looking for another ride?" You grinned up at him, still out of breath as you gripped both his thighs that hugged your pelvis.

He grabbed your nose between two fingers and you snorted. "Corny." He said, and you laughed, because it was funny and you felt good. Loose. You knew it couldn't last, but as of now, the prettiest boy at Stanford was on top of you, smiling, and you planned to keep him there for as long as you could.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Barter 8

Warnings: dub/noncon, smutty smut, I am a dark blog and I write dark things.

Summary: You are bargained to be wife to the witcher if he can slew the beast in the village.

Character: Geralt of Rivia

**note, I am not a Witcher genius or aficionado and so I may get some things wrong.

As usual, I appreciate any and all feedback and enthusiasm. Please reblog and leave a comment. Love! 😍

In his absence, your husband's, you have peace but little energy to do more than sleep. You still find that word strange. Husband. And you are a wife.

You eat the rations he leaves and soak in the hot tub he has drawn on your behalf. It soothes but cannot heal completely. You crawl into the bed and nestle into the blankets and his scent. You doze without a twitch or thought.

You wake only as the door shuts. He is gentle as to not disturb you but even so, you stir. You are still unclothed. The remnants of your clothing were unsalvagable.

He has a bundle under his arm and basket in the other. He sets the latter on the table and brings the former to you as you drag yourself up to sitting. Your thighs and bottom pulse and your insides knot.

He lays the bundle on your lap. You touch in tenderly and examined the twine holding it all together. You tilt your chin up, "thank you, husband."

"Wife," he nods.

You look to the wool-wrapped gift. You untie the string as he looms. You push back the outer layer to uncover a dyed dress within. A shade of green like fir needles. A shift too, and belt, boots, and stockings. You marvel over it with curious fingertips.

"It is all very nice, husband," you praise.

He grunts and points to the mess of fabric strewn over your legs. You keep one arm tight to your side to hold the blanket over your chest. You take the stockings and unroll them. Within, there is a small wooden box.

You peek up at him before you wiggle the lid free. Within, a ring, silver and moonstone. A perfect oval with a frame of delicately wrought thorns, as if a crow's talon were cradling the rock.

You admire it and he cups your hand with his abruptly. He takes the band as he flips your palm down and forces it to your knuckle. You keep your hand still and force a smile.

"It is beautiful--"

"It will keep you close," he insists and lets you go. "As I would always have you."

He bends and gathers the clothing in his arms. He heaps it upon a chair and faces you again. He unclasps his cloak as his eyes shine in the dim light of the crackling hearth.

He is concise in undressing. He strips the layers away without faltering. He consumes you with a gaze before he approaches to do the same in body.

He pets your face and nuzzles into your cheek. He drags his touch to your shoulder and guides you onto your side. He reclines behind you, moulding his body perfectly to yours.

He tickles along your pelvis and traces your slit. He prods at your thigh until you lift your leg. You balance a foot on his calf and he rubs you firmly, swirling and swiping until you skicken.

He spreads you with two thick fingers and shifts to angle his tip between his knuckles. He pushes into you, no easier than the night before as your walls clench around him. He sighs as he thrusts up to your limit.

You arch your back but the pressure only shifts. You put a hand on his hip and squeeze, biting down on the stretch. You breathe through your teeth, little moans trickling out.

He puffs and pumps against you, faster and faster, his voice cloying around you as his grunts grow guttural. He ruts up into you until the bed shakes and scrapes on the floor. He spreads his hand over your pelvis, his middle finger toying with your bud until you spasm and squeak in release.

Still, the uncoiling of tension is not enough to assuage his intrusion. He pounds into you as the thunder of slapping skin deafens you to the noise of the tavern below. His breath blows over you like a tempest and he snares you in a cloud of pleasure.

When he is still, you drift back to the waking world. He caresses up and down your stomach as his skin blazes against yours. His chest presses to you and deflates in an even tempo. He trails up your neck and flutters across the top of your chest.

"We must away shortly," he grumbles. "And you will learn the road quickly. You must if you are to be my wife."

[missaengg]

A Magical First Christmas

Pairing: Zayne x f!reader Tags: mdni, fluffy smut, very little plot, established relationship, kissing, cunnilingus, dirty talk, praise Word Count: 2.1k Part of the Secret Santa Fic Exchange event hosted by @nanamiscocksleeve and written for the host, @nanamiscocksleeve!! I hope I did you proud, enjoy~ Merry Christmas! 🥰

You’re not trying to fall asleep. In fact, it’s the opposite, you want nothing more than to stay awake, not quite ready to put an end to the most magical Christmas of your life. 

In the back of your mind, you can still see the gorgeous lodge coming into view. Puffs of white smoke floating out of the chimney. A fresh blanket of snow covering the roof and the ground. The image of icicles hanging off the roof’s edge sparkling like crystals in the morning sun and the Christmas tree glittering in the window with white lights twinkling between the dark green branches still vivid in your memory.

It was the most perfect day — a surprise gift from Zayne to celebrate your first Christmas together — complete with a full day of skiing and a lovely dinner at the lodge restaurant.

You don’t want this day to end just yet. You want to enjoy this moment, savor it — not quite ready to say good night to the golden glow of the fire, the soft bed and the luxurious, silky sheets, and Zayne’s arms wrapped around you while your head rests on his chest. But you can’t fight it, the crackle of the wood fireplace too soothing, the warmth of his embrace too relaxing, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat in your ear too comforting. Especially with your belly full of a delicious meal and mulled wine and the fatigue of today’s skiing session settling in your aching limbs.

“Are you falling asleep?” The deep rumble of his voice cuts through the cozy silence.

“No,” you utter, forcing your fluttering eyes open, desperately trying to fight the lull of sleep. You feel his fingers comb through your hair, the caress of his fingertips only making it harder to keep your drowsiness at bay.

“Liar,” he chuckles, the sound deep in his throat.

“I’m not lying,” you weakly protest, but your closed eyes say otherwise. You hear Zayne hum, an affectionate note of disbelief. “Really, I’m not.”

“It’s been a long day. You should sleep if you’re tired,” Zayne says softly, adding a teasing, “Doctor’s orders.”

“I don’t wanna.” 

“Do you want me to keep you awake?”

“Yes, please,” you mumble, half-asleep.

You don’t hear Zayne reply, though you’re unsure you would have even if he did as your mind drifts off to a place somewhere between here and the land of dreams. The next thing you know, you’re jolted awake. You’re flat on your back, blinking up at the ceiling and wondering what the hell just happened while Zayne looms over you, caging you between his arms. His face is inches away from your own, so close his nose just barely grazes yours and you can feel his breath warm your cheek.

“Zayne?!” you yelp, staring at him wide-eyed, all traces of sleep banished from your startled mind.

“You asked me to keep you awake, didn’t you?” he remarks with an amused chuckle.

“Wha—” Before you can finish, his lips are on yours, stealing the words right out of your mouth.

Zayne’s tongue traces the crevice between your lips, and out of habit, you part them ever so slightly allowing him to slip inside. With your eyes closed, your hands find their way to his shoulders and then around his neck. He takes your lips slowly… sensually… The musk of his cologne and the hint of mulled wine still lingering on his tongue cloys your senses, and your heart flutters in your chest, thrumming with pleasure. Your lips come together and pull apart in passionate increments, deepening every time they reunite. By the time he pulls away, you’re panting, trying to catch your breath.

“Are you awake now?” Zayne asks, his eyes twinkling down at you.

Your lips purse together into a pout. “I wasn’t falling asleep to begin with.”

Zayne brings his head to your neck, grazing the flesh with his teeth, his breath hot on your skin. “What did I say about lying to me, darling?”

“I’m not!” you exclaim, shivering only to squeak when he bites down on that ticklish spot beneath your ear. “Zayne!”

“You know I don’t like it when you lie to me,” he purrs, gently sucking where it stings. “Now be a good girl and answer me. Are you awake now?”

A spark of electricity prickles down your body, and you shudder. You briefly contemplate whether you should dig in your heels, be stubborn, but his soft lips on your neck feel so good, you don’t want him to stop. “Yes,” you breathlessly accede. “I’m… mmm… I’m awake.”

“Good…” His mouth moves lower, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses in its wake. “...because I’ve wanted to do this…” He nips yet another ticklish point, swirling his tongue over the forming bruise. “...all day.”

You cling to him, involuntarily arching your back, one hand sliding up the back of his head where your fingers tangle through his hair. You can’t help the sultry moans that escape you or how you squirm as he continues to tease all the sensitive points of your neck. By now, any remaining tendrils of slumber have vanished, replaced by a wanton desire. You crave his touch, his caress, him.

“And because it’s Christmas…” he murmurs, his voice deep and throaty. “...I plan on taking my time unwrapping my Christmas present.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, a thrilling anticipation building in your core. His knee comes between your legs, brushing against the apex, and a jolt careens through your body. You can feel your desire pooling, growing… A voracious hunger that can only be satisfied by him.

Zayne’s mouth continues its descent, ending only when it reaches your collarbone peeking out of your silk pajama top. His fingers slip through the opening, stroking the skin underneath and deftly undoing each button one by one. It feels hot every time they graze your skin, each graze sending yet another shiver through your flushed body. Each touch eliciting yet another charged gasp from your kiss-swollen lips. 

“I haven’t even started yet, and you’re already moaning so sweetly for me.” Zayne takes his time parting your open shirt, slipping it off one shoulder, then the next, down one arm, then the other. “I wonder what you’ll do when I do this…”

Your body spasms, a startled squeal flying out your mouth when Zayne’s teeth catch your nipple. You arch into him. Your fingernails dig into his back. Your fingers pull his hair. A hot wave of pleasure crashes over you, and a restless ache stirs deep in your abdomen.

“Zayne…” you hoarsely whisper, trembling and shaking as Zayne tastes your breasts, swirling his tongue over the peaks and massaging them with his large hand. 

“I love how you say my name,” Zayne groans. 

Pulling back onto his knees, he hooks his fingers under the waistbands of both your pajama pants and your underwear, sliding them down slowly. He takes his time, savoring the sight of you coming into view bit by bit. With every inch exposed, the heat in his eyes grows darker. More urgent. A dark heat that stokes a fire deep in your belly.

He places a hand on each of your thighs, parting them enough for his wide shoulders to fit in between, and he kisses your inner thigh, starting from the midpoint and working his way up dangerously close to where your arousal glistens. He slides a finger through your slick folds, grinning as he rubs his pointer and his thumb together.

“Someone’s eager for me,” he smirks. 

You feel your cheeks color because you know just how much of a mess you make merely being in his presence, let alone when he touches you like this, and from how much throb down there… you know just how much of a mess you’ve already made. His rapt attention makes you feel self-conscious, the way he takes note of every little detail while you’re so exposed.

Zayne returns his attention to between your legs, resuming his grip on your upper thighs. Lowering himself, he deeply inhales your scent, groaning as he does. “God, I love the way you smell.” His mouth encircles your clit, the tip of his tongue darting out and prodding the sensitive nub, massaging it in circles. “I love the way you taste.”

Each stroke of his tongue sends you reeling, a jolt of electricity sizzling up your spine as your muscles tense and you arch your back, your hips bucking against him. Breathless gasps leave your mouth in erratic spurts, and your fingers curl into the sheets, clenching the fabric as if your life depended on it. With just his mouth, Zayne has you seeing stars and crying out his name in strained mewls.

“Zayne, please…” you beg him, the stimulation too much, the desire to feel him inside you too big. You squirm, trying to find some relief from how he tantalizes you, but his grip holds you in place no matter how much you struggle. “Please…”

“No,” Zayne rasps, the timbre of his voice low and husky. “I’m taking my time today, sweetheart. I want to taste you, savor you, devour you. I’m going to worship you like the gift you are.”

He slips a finger in, and then another, curling them against the sweet, gummy spot that makes you squeal. He pumps them in and out while his mouth continues to ravish you, coaxing you into crying his name, moaning breathlessly for him. If you thought his mouth was enough to have you seeing stars, the addition of his fingers sends you into a feverish frenzy, all your senses overloaded.

“It’s t—too… much, Zayne,” you plead, “...ngh… to—too much.”

“You can handle it, love.”

But even as tears prick the corners of your eyes and your legs tremble, Zayne doesn’t stop, alternating between relentlessly bullying or worshipping you — sweet and rough, soft and hard — leaving you feeling dizzy and disoriented and close… so close.

“Zayne…” you choke out, trailing off.

Zayne understands what you’re trying to say and before sucking down hard on your clit, he commands, “Come for me.”

Something about the commanding authority in his tone throws gasoline on the fire burning in your center. It blazes into an inferno, and as the heat overtakes you, you wretchedly call out his name, a guttural scream rising from deep within and exploding out your throat. You’re so consumed, you can barely feel his fingers dig into your flesh or his tongue find its way to your entrance and lap up every drop of your arrival. All you can do is shudder and quake, riding out each wave of ecstasy.

When the waves finally stop, you can barely breathe. Your chest heaves up and down, desperate for oxygen to fill its lungs, and you can’t stop quivering as if phantom waves still pulsate through your body. You watch through hooded eyes as Zayne sits back on his knees and wipes the remnants of your ecstasy off of his face. He leans forward, propping himself on his elbows and hovering over you, just enough that his body is flush against yours without crushing you with his weight.

He looks deep into your eyes, a primal yet tender gleam in their depths, and gently, ever so gently, he brushes away a sweaty lock of hair, tucking it behind your ear. “You did good,” he coos, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

You wrap your arms around him, returning his little kiss with a little one of your own on the tip of his nose. “Merry Christmas,” you murmur, nuzzling your nose against him. “Thank you so much for making our first Christmas so special. I love it. I love you.”

“I’m glad you like it. I love you too.” Zayne brings his lips by your ear, and then whispers, “But, I’m not quite done with you yet.”

It’s at that moment, you realize how painfully hard his erection is digging into your pelvis and how the dark gleam in his eye has only grown darker instead of abating. You tremble once more, but this time, it’s from the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, the thrill of anticipation buzzing through your veins.

“Help me take off my shirt,” Zayne murmurs silkily in your ear.

You’re only happy to oblige, and as your fingers make their way to the line of buttons on his top, you can’t help, but think it’s going to be a long night though you have no complaints. In fact, it’s the opposite, you hope this night never ends.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Hair Trigger

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam, YJ98

Summary: A junior at Gotham University, Jason finds it difficult to conceal his worsening mental health from his family and his friend, Jon Lane Kent. Family secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed as Jason and Laney struggle to navigate through school, their romantic feelings, and their trauma. Could the reintroduction of Laney Kent be more trouble than it's worth, or is it just what Jason needed to confront the demons of his past?

I will also do trigger warnings for chapters and if there is smut I have the chapter(s) tagged so you don't have to worry about nsfw in the fic if you're just here for the story itself.

Chapters: 22/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jonathan Lane Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Natalia Knight, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Chris Kent, Bart Allen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: JayLaney, Clois, TimKon

Additional Tags: University AU, No Powers AU, Sharing A Bed, Romance, Angst, TW // Kidnapping , TW // Gun Violence

Chapter Twenty-Two: Couples Therapy

Jason sat at the counter with Bart as they looked at the rough draft of Jason's children's book with Bart's illustrations. "How's Conner's brother doing?" Bart asked as he flipped through the printed pages.

"He's doing alright, considering... Laney's tough," Jason answered. "Hey, are you gonna publish your book for real?" Bart asked.

Jason nodded. "Our book. And yeah, I will. I want to thank you for helping—."

"No worries, and you serious about the whole our book thing? Like you're gonna put my name on the cover?" Bart asked. I nodded.

"Where's everyone?" Jason asked.

Bart shrugged. "Tim's grocery shopping. Cissie and Cassie are visiting their parents, and you know where Conner is," Bart answered, "I'm not alone all day, though. My girlfriend's visiting." Jason cocked his head, and Bart took an orange off the counter and used his teeth to peel it. "She's never met my friends before."

Jason smiled, "You shouldn't be nervous. You guys have a cool thing going on here."

"I know, but I don't just want her to like it here. I want her to love it here... So maybe she'll want to move in," Bart confessed. Jason softened, relaxing his shoulders. "I even redecorated my room."

"All the cool haunted houses are open right now. What city has cooler haunted houses than Gotham?" Jason suggested, and a smile spread across Bart's face.

"You're a genius," Bart thanked him. Before Jason could answer, someone knocked on the door, and Bart flew out of his chair and ran over to answer. He stopped in his tracks and looked back at Jason, and mouthed something.

"This is your apartment," Jason whispered.

Bart gestured for Jason to answer. "Please?" Bart mumbled. Jason walked over to the door just as they heard another knock. Bart went back to the kitchen.

Jason answered the door and let a dark-haired girl in. "Hi, you must—. Actually, you're nothing like the people Bart described," she cocked her head, "I'm Carol, by the way."

"Jason, I'm Tim's older brother," Jason answered as he shook her hand. Carol opened her mouth to reply to Jason, but she was swept off her feet by Bart. He spun her around, and he finally put her down to give her a kiss.

He embraced her, and they stepped side to side. "I missed you so much!" Bart exclaimed. Carol giggled as she held him.

"I missed you too," Carol beamed, "You smell good."

"Thanks, I ate an orange," Bart replied, and she playfully punched his shoulder.

Jason got his bag and got ready to leave before telling Bart that he could show Carol the book if he wanted to. Jason's phone rang as he made his way out of the building, and he answered.

"Hey, Dad. Wanna hang out?" Jason asked.

"You don't have another dad do you?" Bruce joked. Jason rolled his eyes.

"I wanna talk to you. Maybe we can grab a bite?" Jason asked. Bruce didn't answer. "Is that a no?"

"No, I'm just a little shocked. Is it bad news?" Bruce asked.

"Um... Not really bad news. I mean, it's good news for me. I'm not sure how you'll react, though," Jason answered as he walked down the street. "I'm a little excited to tell you about it, but I want to tell you in person."

"Where are you? I can come and pick you up," Bruce replied. Jason told Bruce where he was, and he walked into the nearest fast food place and ordered something to eat. By the time Bruce got to the restaurant, Jason already started eating his first burger.

Bruce sat across from Jason at the table. "I got some onion rings," Jason smiled as he pushed the bag over to Bruce.

Jason wiped his hands on a napkin and reached into his bag before passing the printed rough draft of his book to Bruce. Bruce read through the cardstock-printed rough draft, and Jason bounced his legs as he waited for Bruce to finish reading. "Have you shown this to Laney?" Bruce asked.

Jason shook his head. "But he did have a lot to do with why I wrote it... And why I want to publish it. He said I shouldn't give up on it, and I think he was right. I want to surprise Lane with a hard copy," Jason smiled. Bruce smiled a half-smile before taking his pocketbook out of the interior of his suit jacket. "Wait—."

"Jason, let me do this. You're going to be doing all the hard work anyway. I just want to help. You never let me help," Bruce whispered, "ISBN's, copyrights... All those things cost money. If anything, just let me help with that."

Jason nodded. "Okay. Yeah, okay," Jason agreed, "But you gotta let me do the rest on my own." Bruce gave Jason his copy back, and he started eating his onion rings.

"How is Laney holding up?" Bruce asked. Jason pulled another burger out of the paper bag and continued to eat.

"He's holding up... I just think he's waiting to see how things pan out before he loses it," Jason replied, covering his half-full mouth as he spoke.

Bruce nodded. "How have things been between the two of you lately?" Bruce questioned.

"This is the first time in weeks that we've spent real time apart. It feels weird being away from Lane, but I think it's good. Gave me time to get things done, and it gives him time to himself," Jason whispered, "I think I'm gonna go back to my own place tonight."

"Why don't you—? Never mind, I shouldn't—."

"Okay, I kind of didn't want to be alone anyway. I could ride back with you if you're going home after this," Jason suggested, and a smile spread across Bruce's face. "Is Damian home?"

Bruce nodded. "But I think he's going to spend the night in Christopher and Sammy's hotel," Bruce answered, "Jason, how's school?"

Jason's phone vibrated, and he held up a finger to Bruce. "Hold on. I just have to call him real quick," Jason whispered as he stepped outside to call Laney.

"Jason before you—."

"I thought we were doing okay. I feel weird that you're springing this shit on me—."

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Jason, chill. I'm asking you because we are doing good. I just want you to go with me," Laney whispered, "I want you to meet her. You don't have to say yes, but I'd—."

Jason made a noise before offering Laney a chance to finish his sentence. "No, Jason, please just tell me what you have to tell me," Laney whispered.

"I don't know. I'd have to think about it. Listen, I'm sleeping at my dad's this weekend, so maybe we can talk about it on Monday at lunch?" Jason suggested.

"Jason, I love you so much. I mean that... I'm not gonna be mad if you say you don't wanna go. I just want you to consider it," Laney whispered, "This is the first weekend we've spent apart in like two weeks..."

"Yeah, it's gonna be a little weird. I love you, and I promise I will think about going with you next weekend," Jason whispered.

"I love you too. Have a good time this weekend. I just picked your brother up and dropped him off at the hotel," Laney noted. They finished their phone call, and Bruce went back inside to the table.

"Was that Laney?" Bruce asked. Jason nodded. "Bad news?"

"Nah, I just have to think about something. Laney invited me to sit in on his appointment. I don't know," Jason replied as he finished his second burger.

"What kind of appointment?" Bruce asked.

"Therapy, but like... I don't know. Should I go?" Jason asked. "I just don't want to end up saying something that's supposed to just be between Laney and me."

Bruce nodded. "I think he'll just appreciate the fact that you went with him if you do go," Bruce answered. After they both finished eating, Jason followed Bruce out to the car, and Bruce turned the radio on. "How are you doing in school?" Bruce asked a second time.

"Good, I'm still turning in my assignments and studying for tests—."

"And how are you doing?" Bruce asked. Jason shrugged. "Jason..."

"I'm trying to give him space even though I don't think he wants it... And, I guess I'm the one who really needs the weekend to think. I mean, it's not a relationship thing. I love Lane. It's just that so many horrible things happened this week, and I want to process some of it on my own," Jason explained. Bruce nodded.

"That's fair, but don't you think you should tell Laney that?" Bruce asked. Jason shook his head. "And why not?"

"I don't want him to feel like a burden. I'll be fine by Monday. I'm gonna go see him," Jason replied in an attempt to reassure himself. Bruce nodded. "Dad, I don't know how to help him, and I can't face him if I can't help him."

"Maybe you are helping him. Maybe all he wants is for you to just be there for him," Bruce replied. Jason swallowed hard. "Have you ever considered that you're comforting to him?"

"I haven't thought much of anything since I almost lost him... I don't know. Laney's not-. I don't know how to help what I can't see. I don't really know what's going on in his—."

"Ask him... And if you really want to know, you should go with him to his appointment. That's just my opinion on things," Bruce interrupted, "And you know what, I wasn't gonna tell you this, but I think it needs to be said... I changed my mind about him. I think you're both good for each other."

Jason faintly smiled as he looked out the window, and the conversation ended there. When they got back to the manor, Jason went up to his room and made another phone call. "Lane? Are you alone?" Jason asked. He heard a door shut.

"I am now... What is it? You gonna say something—?"

"I'll go with you to your appointment next week," Jason blurted out before he could change his mind. Laney didn't say anything. "Lane? Are you there?"

"Can you repeat that?" Laney asked, his voice low and serious.

"I want to go with you... And yes, the idea of going terrifies me, but not knowing how you're doing scares me even more," Jason whispered. Laney let out a nervous laugh.

"Thanks, Jason. Thank you so much," Laney took a deep breath, and Jason's shoulders relaxed. Jason could hear a soft weeping noise. "I'm sorry, I just—. Jay, I really appreciate you doing this."

"Hey, don't worry about it... I'm promising you right now that I'll be there with you on Friday," Jason ensured. Laney made an affirmative noise. "I love you, and I'm sorry about blowing up earlier. Bruce put things into perspective for me. I want you to know that you can trust me to be there for you." Laney sniffed.

"I love you too," he whispered.

"How did things go with Sammy?" Jason asked. Laney let out a laugh.

"He asked me when you and I were getting married," Laney chuckled, and Jason laughed along with him. "Asking the hard questions at all times. Other than that, though, it was okay. We had fun."

"Good, and tell him to ask you that again in a year," Jason smiled, and Laney choked. "See you Monday."

"Jason, you asshole," Laney laughed, and they hung up.

Jason sat alone in his room for a while before going back downstairs to grab a snack. "Hey, Dad, you were right," Jason raised his voice, looking around for Bruce.

"About what?" Cass asked. Jason jumped before turning around to embrace his sister. "Hi."

"You here this weekend too?" Jason asked. She nodded.

"I saw Lane," Cass whispered as she grabbed a soda from the fridge.

"Did Laney say hi to you?" Jason asked. She nodded, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh. "What?"

"Dad fell down the stairs," she announced.

Jason's eyes widened as he asked, "Just now?" She shook her head.

"When he left to get you," Cass answered. Jason snorted as he peeled a banana and took a bite.

"You're terrible," Jason chuckled.

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the nanny ✧.* sylus x reader ✧.* 1.1k words ✧.* dad!sylus x nanny reader summary: sylus fucks the nanny warnings!: oral (fem receiving), shower sex note: i'm so back

divider cred. @cyberangel-graphics

When you first took the job, you’re almost bashful to admit that it wasn’t your endless love of children and the joy they bring that motivated you. Working through college at the time was life-draining, soul-destroying, but it had all been worth it when you secured an unpaid, part time internship with an editor you’d admired since you were a young preteen collecting stacks of fashion magazines under your bed. But, unpaid was…well, unpaid, so you had to make money elsewhere.

The part time hours were an advantage, meaning you could easily find work in the city, but it was the peak of Fall, students arriving from all over to go to classes at the city school, and that meant a severe lack of available part time jobs.

Nannying hadn’t been on your radar, and it was only when your old roommate Yara had pointed out an ad in the newspaper that almost sounded good to be true. A man named Sylus living in a penthouse deep in the classy district of the city needed a nanny for his three year old, and well, since Yara was moving in with her boyfriend, you also needed a place to stay. You weren’t gonna make rent on your own, so you took the job.

You’d never imagined it would lead you here.

Here being naked, propped on Sylus’s ensuite vanity, legs spread as his blonde head works hard between them. The steam from the shower is thick and cloying, coating your body in a dew that mingles with the sweat from the last twenty minutes that Sylus has been eating you out like a man starved.

“F-fuck, I can’t…n-not again,”

His grip tightens on your thigh, the other hand smoothing up over the damp skin of your stomach to cup your breast, squeezing in warning. His eyes are piercing as they stare up at you, dark and deep, blood red, hungry even as he pauses to lick his shiny lips, “You can and you will. One more, baby,”

He said that ten minutes ago, and now you’re five orgasms deep, legs shaking on his broad, naked shoulders. It’s almost painful the way his tongue drags along your swollen, abused clit, your throat dry despite the humidity of the bathroom. With the shower running, the two of you don’t have to worry about waking Kira, though you had expected to be standing under the spray with Sylus by now, wrapped up in his embrace.

Instead, he pinches your nipple hard enough for you to yelp, the sound bouncing off the tile.

“Quiet, baby,” He murmurs, slurring as he takes another long lick up your drenched slit, “Fuck, you always taste so good when I’ve been missing you,”

Sylus got back from his business trip this morning, doing what? You don’t really know, or care to ask. Whatever it is, it’s important, and requires him to be away at least once every other week. Hence the need for you to be here for Kira.

His words, preluding a sharp bite to your inner thigh that has you gasping, leaves a warmth spreading through your middle. He stays true to his word, licking and finger fucking you through another slow, rolling orgasm that has your thighs trembling when Sylus finally stands, tall and imposing. You don’t know if you can stand, but it doesn’t matter, Sylus picks you up and checks the water before carrying you under the spray. You gasp when your back hits the tile, not quite warmed by the water yet, and you loop your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a long kiss you both groan into.

Hair two shades darker than it was a moment ago falls into his eyes, and you reach up, brushing it off his forehead as he gazes down at you with an unreadable look. Things have changed a lot since the two of you first began this somewhat inappropriate relationship, and for a while it was just fucking. Sylus was newly-divorced, hardly interested in dating, and you just didn’t have the time. The attraction between the two of you had been palpable since the first meeting when you interviewed for the job, and it only took two weeks before you were pulled into the driver’s seat of his Audi one evening after dropping Kira off at her mom’s, your legs bracketing his hips and his hand rough and impatient under your skirt.

It had been the best sex of your life, and since then, you hadn’t stopped. But now, you weren’t sure you could even if you wanted to, and your heart thuds in agreement as Sylus’s eyes soften, his lips parting on an exhale as he positions his cock where you need him, thrusting into you in one slow roll of his hips.

“Feels so fucking good,” You groan, voice breaking slightly when he nudges that spot inside you he just spent almost a half hour stroking with his fingers, “Harder, please,”

He grunts, large hands reaching round to cup your ass and pull you down onto his rigid length, forcing a moan from deep within your chest, “Yeah? Like that?” he asks in that voice that always gets you wet between the legs. He gives you another hard thrust, picking up speed as he fixes his mouth to your breast, suckling and biting at your nipple.

“J-just like that -” You groan, eyes rolling back when you feel that familiar heat between your hips, breasts swaying as Sylus pulls back, watching your body with an insatiable hunger in his gaze, flitting between your tits and your face as he keeps fucking into you, so hard your back slaps against the tile, “Yeah…oh, fuck, yes. Sylus -”

He doesn’t need you to ask, he already knows you’re close by the way your pussy wraps around him like a fist. He moans softly, calling your name while he strums at your clit with his thumb. You last for two more powerful drives of his hips, convulsing on his cock as if you hadn’t had his head between your legs damn near all night.

Your climax sets him off, as always, his eyes watching, enraptured as you tighten up on him like a dream, face relaxed and mouth open on a silent moan. He fucks into you with a couple more sloppy thrusts, burying his head in your neck before he wakes up the entire damn building, roaring into your neck a muffled cry of your name.

The shower is quiet after that, soft touches and lingering gazes as Sylus grins down at you, his face wearing a look that both terrifies and exhilarates you. He washes you as if you’re something to be cherished, and it almost brings tears to your eyes. You hiccup softly before Sylus wraps his arms around your middle, his lips pressed to your jaw.

“I know, baby,”

You both don’t have to say it, but you know.

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since they started dating, ghost had said he would quit smoking. and to his credit, for the most part, he has.

but soap can tell when ghost has a bad night. worse than the typical insomnia, the trudging through paperwork through the wee hours instead of sleeping, the running until too exhausted to push any further.

he can tell by the way ghost crawls into bed at a late hour, tense and stiff as a board. by the way he burrows beneath the covers and clings onto soap like a lifeline. by the way his breathing is ragged and never quite evens out, even if he manages a light sleep.

by the unmistakeable smell of cigarette smoke.

and it breaks soap’s heart, knowing all that he can do is lay with ghost, and try to comfort him to the best of his abilities. that all he can do is hold on tight and promise to never let go.

(it would take a few years to realize, but as time goes on these occurrences would become less and less, until soap eventually notices that he no longer finds himself having to clean the cloying scent from their bed sheets. he does not celebrate this loudly, though he does make sure to hug ghost for an extra long while the next time soap sees him.)