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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.”  

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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

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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.

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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.

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“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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Tenth day of Christmas: Clark and Punkie

You’re stressed. It’s the tenth day of Christmas and you don’t have a present idea for Clark. Ten lords a leaping? What the hell are you supposed to do? Play leapfrog? You know he can feel your stress when he calls you at work.

“Punkie, Honey, what’s wrong?”

“Stupid tenth day.”

“Oh, Honey you don’t have to get me anything if you don’t want.” He tells you and god fuck him for being so sweet.

“I’m not stiffing you on a gift because I suck at this.” You argue and he laughs softly.

“I have an idea but it has to do with your present. I may have over spent again.”

“Clark! You promised and I let the spa day slide because you’d purchased it so early.”

“I know. I know.” He soothes but he doesn’t sound sorry. “So, how about you send me $50 and you can buy my half.”

“Your half?”

“It’s an experience and no I won’t tell you but this way you don’t keep panicking and I can focus on my work for the next three hours.” You glance at the clock, it’s already noon but he doesn’t get off of work until at least five, if not later. You’re off at three.

“It’s noon.”

“I know, I took an early day. I was gonna surprise you and pick you up.” You sigh softly then say,

“Okay. I send you some money. I’m sorry I’m such shit at this.”

“Hey, no one talks badly about my Omega. Especially not my Omega. You got that?”

“Yea, Alpha. Sorry.” He doesn’t Alpha command you but with that tone he might as well have.

“I love you. I’ll see you at three.”

“Love you too.” You hang up then and throw yourself into your work. When 3 rolls around you’re just finishing up the last thing on your to do list when one of the new girls walks back toward your desk.

“Um this super fucking hot Alpha is here for you.”

“Oh, he can come back.”

“Okay.” She disappears and a minute later comes strutting back into your office with an amused Clark on her heels.

“Hi Alpha, I’m almost done I swear.”

“It’s fine Omega.” He purrs and Amber’s jaw drops.

“Wait, this is your Alpha?”

“Yes?”

“Wow.” She says eyeing him like he’s some sort of snack. You send the email then close down your computer before standing up and grabbing your coat.

“I have an outfit change for you in the car. Do you want me to grab it now?”

“Oh, uh yea. Remember what happened last time I tried to change in the car?” Clark smirks, you’d nearly clocked him in the head more than once, had hit your own head on the roof of the car and had to hike your dress above your hips to climb back into the front seat. It was a disaster.

“Good point. I’ll go grab it.”

“Thank you.” You gather up your things then give Amber a little smile. “See you later.” You tell her before walking out of your office.

You change quickly, he’d brought you one of your favorite black dresses, it’s one of his favorites too.

He takes your hand when you exit the bathroom, your mark on clear display, as Amber glares.

Clark brings you to the ballet, The Nutcracker. You don’t know how he knew that it was something you’d always wanted to do but somehow he did. It really shouldn’t surprise you that he’s so good at things like this. He is your Alpha after all.

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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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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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@obscurilicious @paracosmenthusiast

#ben barnes #logan delos #logan delos x reader #logan delos fan fiction #logan delos fanfic #logan delos westworld #logan delos deserved better

[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.

#ask game #writing #writing ask game #I really liked the ooc question! #i wrote a fic once where a canonically sweet and patient character had a few flares of anger and i explained WHY #but boy was i sweating waiting for someone to show up and yell 'OOC!!' #also once again said about that abandoned wip. rip another niche au fic. #ask game answers

[thatdamncutegirl]

WIFEY-CHAPTER 7

Settling In

Warnings: Fluff, Alpha-Omega Dynamic. Mentions of Pregnancy and Baby. Ex-girlfriend vs. Wife fight. Lois Lane Bashing.

       Now the sexy stuff: Smut (unprotected sex), Breeding Kink. Size Kink. Dubious Consent a.k.a Dub-Con. Somnophilia. Knotting. Hand job ( yes. You read that right). Squirting. Amautuer sex.

 Pairings: Clark Kent x Mia Kent [Original fictional Character]

Word Count: 5519 words

Author’s note: merry Christmas my babes and babesyies. This was not supposed to come out today. But. Nevermind. Also, finally. That promised Lois bashing.

Disclaimer: characters such as Superman, Perry, Lois etc, who are a part of DC universe, do not belong to me. Unfortunately. But the Character of Mia, Carol and Jacob are my own creation. Moreover, the character Maddy, is inspired by @madbaddic7ed, my friend and whatnot. She became like an elder siter to me within a short span of time. And I stupidly forgot her B-day on 14th Dec. so the mentions here are my gift/salutations to her for being a friend, a dida and a therapist in my time of need.

Don’t post my work anywhere without proper permission or credit.

The sun was still waiting behind the curtains of hills, as if to give the world some more time. The nature seemed unwilling to start another day. The birds wanted to remain in their nests. The animals just wished to remain in their habitats and enjoy a long hour of sleep. The trees refused to bristle, not wanting to disrupt the soothing calm that was spread all over the world.

When a certain man opened his mind again, he was hit with content. Peace. Softness. As though he was in heaven. And when he opened his beautiful cobalt blue eyes, he was met with the sight from another world. The reason of his happiness. A woman. The root of all his desires. Spiritual and carnal. She was sleeping soundly, her long lashes fanning her cheekbones. They were the same color as her dark, long and luscious hair. It was fanned out beside him, resembling long arms of a fire, albeit darker. It would get lighter in color the more you go near the tips, creating a natural fade. Yet they were as soft as velvet, and as natural as the wet soil outside. A slight noise caught his attention. It was raining again. It had rained nonstop the whole night, stopping only when they stopped. Stopped the ethereal dance of their carnal desires. The feel, the rhythm still flowing through him. The glow still lingering in the air. He brought his hand up, caressing her cheek. Her cheekbones were elevated, needing no artificial enhancement. Temporary or permanent. Her blood was leaving a hue of itself beneath her soft skin, making her seem as the pink cherry blossoms. Her lips were slightly pouted and incredibly soft when he thumbed them. They were taking all the pressure he applied, not voicing even a single complaint. Her gentle breath was gliding over his chest, making some of the hair rustle.

His gaze averted downwards, gliding over her smooth shoulders to her bosom. She was laying on her side, hands on him. Her mounds were squeezed up, creating a crevice running up to her neck. The peaks were stiff and tightened. They looked perfectly supple yet so tortured. They still had marks of his fingers when he had held them between his massive hands. He pulled himself away gently and watched her with bated breath. He knew this was not exactly angelic, but he couldn’t resist.

 He gently slipped the blanket downwards, revealing her entire breasts. She moved a little, unconsciously feeling the cold breeze against herself. He waited for some moments, then started again. He gently pulled the comforter downwards, making sure not to make any sudden movements that would startle her awake. The comforter went down smoothly until her hips. But then came the hurdle. She had clutched a large amount to the thick sheet between her legs. When he inspected and realized that there was no way he could get it away, he retracted. But accidently made a huge mistake.

His hand bumped with her knees. He quickly pulled it back. She made some sounds and then shifted. He was about to lay down again when she laid on her back and parted her legs open. He watched her face for any signs of waking up. When she gave no signs, all his morality was out of the window and forgotten. He pulled the now free comforter down, revealing her smooth thighs and long legs. He boldly pulled the comforter off in one swift jerk, throwing it to the other side of the body. Now she was laying on her back, naked as the day she was born. He gulped. His mouth ran dry at the beautiful feast laid out for him and he pounced.

He gently caressed the top of her breasts, leaving a trail of goosebumps. His sinful finger glided down to her nipples, tweaking them. He was straddling her, keeping an eye on her face for any signs of discomfort. The last thing on his mind was to hurt her. He glided his fingertips across her belly, making it quiver. He caressed her sides, making her groan. He paused, watching her intently. Once she quieted, he continued on his path. When his hands reached the apex of her thighs, her legs fell open. He looked at her core with a sudden hunger. Her skin was smooth and pink. Her lips were looking swollen and red. He gently caressed them, making her moan. They parted to reveal her hood. He lifted the hood to the sight of her pearl, gleaming with her juices. It was red and looking abused. He grinned devilishly. She was still sleeping, unaware of his evil intentions. He was contemplating toying with her more. But he also wanted to hear, see and feel her react to his touches. So, he laid himself over her, pressing almost half of his weight on her tiny body. His arms were on each side of her head, his thighs cradling her hips. He gently bent down and whispered,

Miaaaaa…...

She shifted and her eyes fluttered open. Her brown orbs met his and the world stilled. He gazed into her large brown gems, wanting to drown in them. Her eyes had a small piece of dirt clinging to her lash. He gently plucked it away. He turned back to her and lowered himself onto her. She moaned at the feeling of him grounding her and gasped when his member pressed against her tummy. He smirked and touched his lips with hers. He captured her upper lip with his, gently tugging on it. Slowly, their lips started a dance that had a beauty and a carnal desire hidden inside. Her hands glided from his wrists to his elbows, gently caressing his thick veined arms. They glided up slower than before, now caressing every dip and bulge of his muscles. They moved upwards and rested on his neck. She held his neck while letting her lips follow his lead into the performance. Her legs moved shyly, slowly. She wrapped them around his hips, pressing her body upwards. In response, he lowered himself completely, pressing his entire weight on her. He watched as she got used to such a large pressure on her pure, untouched body.

The thought, the idea of her being so untouched and pure that she didn’t even know what consummation was until last night had ignited a fire inside of him. When she parted herself from him and slowly took a deep breath, he lifted his hand and caressed her face. Gently pulling out some hair from behind her hair, he gently massaged her earlobe. She purred and shifted her face towards his hand. He grinned and turned her head to look at him. When she did, he shifted his hips. This time, she didn’t question anything. She let him do what he wishes to do with her.

When he slowly entered her, she hissed. She was really small and sensitive. Moreover, her nether regions were still sore from the previous night’s act. He lowered his pace, letting her adjust. He slowly went in, seating himself inside her cavern. It had been hard. She was so small and tight that it even hurt him. But it only served to edge him on. He slowly pulled back, and then went forth. The rain was still splattering against the large window, the perfect backdrop to their loving. There was still no light around. It was early dawn, but the clouds were keeping the sun at bay.

As their coupling continued, they both were chasing the bliss of love that was just out reach. With time, they kept going. There was no urgency of first time, but there was still a newness to it. When they both fell over, they let out a sound, as though signaling each other. They were no longer a couple. He was no longer a hero. She was no longer a sweet girl. They were not a married couple. They were not a man and a woman. They were two entities. Waiting for each other since forever, now expressing their love. And when their high was gone, they clung to each other, letting out tired breaths. And whispered just one thing,

Love you

Unaffected by the coincidence, they basked in the glow. The glow spread by their love.

  It was 8 in the morning when Clark heard a knock on the gate of the fortress. He had freshened up, gotten dressed and ushered a sleepy Mia into the shower.

 He opened the gate to reveal the league with the remaining bags.

Arthur: we were thinking that you will not open the gate anytime soon.

Diana: yeah. I mean. The climate is quite romantic. What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be with Mia?

Clark: I was. But she needs food. And we both needed a shower.

Bruce: someone looks happy

Clark: (blushing)

Everyone: oooooh

With that, they left, saying something about how he should get back to his wife. He shook his head and went back to making chocolate pancakes and coffee. He went upstairs to find his beautiful wife in front of the gate, her hair wet and open. It reached down to her knees, he tiptoed to her and combed his fingers through her tresses. She closed her eyes and gently pressed her face into his hand. She let out a small whimper and asked him,

“what’s that smell?”

“breakfast. Chocolate pancakes and coffee.”

She cheered and rushed. He took in her outfit for the day. She had a red dress on. It had full sleeves with V-neck. It went down to her knees with a tutu skirt. The lace layers were in shades of pink and white. She had thick white stockings up to her thighs and furry kitty sippers in her feet. Her hair was towel dried but still damp. No. She would catch a cold. He gently took her tresses and started drying them on a low setting while she ate her breakfast. By the time she was finished, her hair was now flowing down into its natural curly state. He gently combed them, detangling them. After creating a mid-part in her hair, he braided her hair in two twin braids. Plain and simple. After braiding until 7/8th of her hair, he finished them off with two red hair ties. They had giant bows on them. He pulled the onyx necklace that he gave her, with her wedding ring. He adorned her with the jewelry, placing two small pearl studs in her ears. And then, he picked her up and flew to the living room. He was also dressed in a red shirt and white pants. He placed her on the couch, and quickly covered with a large blanket. He used a beanie cap for her head, covering her ears from the chilly air. That’s why he had put her hair in tight braids, making it easy for the beanie to stay. He then pulled out a white jacket from a nearby shelf and put it on her. It was thick and soft. He gently picked her up and placed her in his lap. He picked the remote and looked at her

“want to watch a movie?”

She shook her head. No.

“comedy?”

No.

“romance?”

No.

“then?”

“music”

“okay. Here. Play whatever you want.”

She took the remote and opened the music app. On the tv, he watched as she played some songs. They were all sweet and romantic. In the midst of the melodies, she started shifting and closed her eyes. He watched as she placed her head on his chest and just rested there. He knew she wasn’t asleep. But he let her be. He rested his chin on her head, letting out a breath. They remained like that for hours. After sometime, Mia looked up.

“alpha?”

“yes honey?”

“y-you said something a-about ch-children last n-night”

“yes sweetie. With any luck, you will soon be bred and have a bundle in your arms”

She looked really happy at the thought. She was going to have babies.

“really? I will have babies?!!”

Clark nodded, grinning. He had always wanted children. Now that he was getting older, he wanted to have a large number of children. But she, was still young

“but you are too young baby! Maybe we should wait some years”

Her eyes watered at that.

“no. Want b-baby. Now”

Clark grinned. If she wanted children, then he was no one to question her.

“but for that, we will have to do what we did this morning again and again.”

Mia blushed. And gave a small nod.

After sometime, they both got up. So, Clark carried her to the kitchen and placed her on the counter. He started making bread from the scratch while simultaneously preparing hot chocolate for her. Once she had a cup of hot cocoa in her palms, he started by preparing some sauteed vegetables. With some noodles with soup. Within two hours, the meal was completely prepared. He first lined the food on the table and then placed her the table. He too sat down so that he was sitting between her legs. He gently pulled her down so that she was in his lap. He slowly started the food feeding her. While after some food only, she started burping lightly, he finished the rest of the food.

“y-you cooked t-today. But f-from now o-on, I’ll c-cook.”

He nodded. He knew that she was going to take command of the kitchen one way or another.

“but you live in metropolis. So where will I live?”

“wherever you want baby doll. Either here, or in metropolis. Whatever place suits you more.”

She nodded and asked him to take her to metropolis. He flew them baby doll down to the terrace of his apartment, and went down. He unlocked the gate and pulled her in. While he locked the gates back and baby doll turned up the heating. She went in and started looking around. The kitchen had some dirty utensils, that she instantly put in the dishwasher. After cleaning up the living room and dining room with Clark, she went inside his bedroom. She had a déjà vu situation when she was again hit with his scent. She went in touched the soft white blanket. It was as soft as velvet. There was a pile of clothes beside the bed. She picked them up and sniffed. They were his clothes. She placed them in the laundry basket, and arranged the bed, sneaking some of his scent here and there. When she was done, she was almost intoxicated by him. She went and sat with him on the couch. They were cuddling when he received a call. Clark was surprised. There was no way the JL would call him now. When he was busy with his wife. Wife. His wife. Clark grinned at the thought and pulled his phone out it was perry. He asked him to come in as it was an emergency.

Clark: mia. Baby I have to go to office.

Mia: why?

Clark: apparently there is an emergency.

Mia: okay…. When will you come back?

Clark: I don’t know sweet. If I get late, go to sleep okay. Your bedtime is 7 pm.

Mia: that’s too early

Clark gave her a glare. She hung her head down and made a grunt like noise. He kissed her head and left taking his briefcase. She went in the kitchen and made a cup of tea for herself.

 In the daily planet office

 When Clark reached the office, there was a state of frenzy. Everyone was busy. The printers were whirring continuously. There were loud typing sounds. He went to his colleague, Thomas, and asked what happened. Thomas was a cheery man. Even while the entire office looked like a zombie apocalypse, he looked somewhat normal. Thomas told him in a hushed voice.

“on the very day you held your post wedding reception, some photos went viral. From the justice league. Apparently, superman. The superman got married. And the entire world is in a frenzy. And all the news groups are now thrown into an extra work load.”

Clark almost chuckled. Almost. He knew this would happen. He went in to perry’s office where Lois, Tanya, Maddy, and Alina were already there. These were some of the highest ranked reporters in the team. They all were assigned different tasks. From keeping an eye on the JL to figuring out who this mystery woman was. Clark was given the task of keeping an eye on superman and wonder woman. Lois was going to keep an eye on other news groups. Maddy will keep an eye on other JL members. And Alina and Tanya will do the rest of the technical, editing work. They all were dismissed and sent to their cubicles. Maddy and Clark worked together on the JL.

Maddy: so. I am really sorry I left so early in your reception. My cousin arrived in town.

Clark: it’s okay maddu. Mia said that she liked you. In her words, you were like a senior for her.

Maddy: right. Did you tell her that we have a history together?

Clark: I did. She is okay with it. Sometimes, I feel like she is okay with almost everything.

Maddy: you are lucky. I have never seen someone so understanding.

Clark hummed and they continued working. When Maddy had first joined the team, he had been quite smitten by her. But when he realized she wasn’t his one true destiny; he had left it at that. They became good friends and then one day, he asked her out. She agreed and they dated for some months. When she told him that she saw ran into her alpha one day, he had smiled and they broke it off peacefully. It was some army veteran name captain Syverson. She called him Sy. Now they were happily dating and he had even proposed last month. The man was quite rough with Clark when Maddy insisted that they both meet. But later they warmed up and after some drinks, they became good friends.

For a long time, they kept researching. Clark opened his social media and surfed. Anyone who liked superman was going crazy. Women, men, even some lesbians. Saying that superman was national treasure. Now he was a private treasure. Many people were against his marriage, as if he belonged to them. But there were many giving him blessings as well. There was a crude theory going on, about how superman’s bride must have been some sort of slut, which is why she wore such a dark gown instead of a traditional white dress. It was later clarified that the ceremony was done as per kryptonian traditions. Many people retorted by saying that if kryptonian traditions were followed, then the marriage will not be valid on earth. But they were shut down by big masses, who supported him. Many religious groups, the pope himself, and many other leaders as well many presidents and prime ministers congratulated him.

Around 8 at night, Syverson appeared in the office. He picked his crazy tired bird, Maddy and congratulated him again for the wedding. Sometime later, when he was alone, Lois came up to him, with a scowl on her face. He prepared himself for her rant about what she assumed to be a fake wedding, when the elevator dinged. Everyone in the office turned their heads towards the sound. Even Sy and Maddy, who were on their way out, stopped. And like a movie scene, the elevator slowly opened to reveal a young woman. She had her hair in curls, falling down beyond her knees. She had a pink lace knee length dress on with full sleeves and white thigh high boots. Her face had a little makeup, almost none. Clark gasped. It was his wife. Perfect timing.

As soon as the team saw who it was, they gasped. Everyone except Lois was present at the reception. They all looked at each other. They all were in awe of her beauty. The single men had their mouths watering, while all the women were jealous of her beautiful hair, her thick hourglass shape with a layer of some fat that made her look cute. She was shorter than all of them. She had a box in her hand, wrapped in a pink napkin. When she passed them, they caught a scent of something delicious. She had brought dinner for her man. Some of the men let out a small ‘aww’ at it. She reached Clark’s desk, and smiled at him. Clark, who was meanwhile sporting a large opened mouth and horny lustful eyes, just stared at her. She set the box down and opened the napkin to reveal a large white box that smelled like food heaven. She was about to open it when Lois interrupted.

Lois: wow. Nowadays, food services are getting quite frank. But go away short slut. I can feed my boyfriend.

Mia, on the other hand, didn’t quite understand the implication, and looked at her with big eyes. Maddy, who also hated Lois with quite a passion, came up to mia and exclaimed,

“hello Mrs. Kent. How are you today?”

With that, the entire office wished her. Making sure to call her Mrs. Kent. Mia blushed and let out a small “good”.

Clark, finally out of his spell, grinned at her.

Lois: wait what? Why are you guys calling me Mrs. Kent already?”

Maddy: we aren’t calling you. We are calling her.

Clark, deciding to go with the plan Maddy was following, pulled mia down in his lap and kissed her full on the lips. Mia let out a small gasp and remained still. Clark parted from her, and pecked her cheek.

Clark: thank you, my dear wifey, for bringing your hungry husband food.

The entire office swooned and made an ‘ooooh’ sound.

And suddenly, Lois started shouting.

Lois: what do you mean wife? When did this happen?

Maddy: on 4th December. It was Clark and Mia’s joint birthday. So, they got married that day as well. We weren’t there at the wedding ceremony, but we all were at the reception.

Lois: and why was I not told of my boyfriend marrying some short bitch.

Maddy: because. A. You are a nobody for Clark. He will not even spare a glance for you. B. He is not your boyfriend. You guys broke up years ago. Since the past years, you have been continuously having casual relationships and still pretending you were Clark Kent’s girlfriend. He saw the fake person you are and broke up with you. But you refused to accept it. S, sorry to burst your bubble, but you aren’t his bitch. And. C. (slap) don’t you dare call this sweet girl any bad words. Or I will chase you down to hell.

 Lois, stared at her, a look of shame written across her face. She approached Clark.

Lois: Clark. It’s okay. I understand you married her for some reason. Come on. Let’s go home. We can talk it out there. So, what if you are married. I can still be your girl.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened. Mia, who had stood up in this time, slapped her face.

Mia: s-sure, many people c-call me n-naïve. My p-papa calls m-me too in-innocent for the w-world. But I am n-not dumb. L-leave my a-alpha alone. Or y-you will r-regret it.

Even though mia had stuttered, her words sinked like fire in everyone’s ears. Maddy had a proud expression on her face. Sure, she was a tad bit envious of mia, but she considered her like a sister. The entire office was looking at her in awe. When they saw her in the reception, she looked like a really submissive lady. Which she was. But omegas had one bottom line. One boundary. Their pack. Their alpha and their children. And Lois had crossed that very line. Lois slowly scampered away, grumbling about how she was far better than her. When Lois was gone, mia packed the lunch back and tied the napkin. Some of the colleagues groaned at the lack of smell. Apparently, mia had made an Indian delicacy named chhole bhature for Clark. Mia quickly packed his entire stuff back and handed him the briefcase. She went to perry, who she knew was his supervisor from the reception. She told him in an angry tone.

“a-as per the l-laws regarding alpha and o-omega bonds, if a c-couple is m-marked, they can de-demand up to 7 days of l-leave per m-month, for e-each other. Other th-than the leaves m-meant for h-heats and maternity. And any a-authority cannot r-refuse these demands. I am d-demanding a 3 day leave for m-my alpha c-Clark kent, as h-his marked o-omega, mia Clark kent.”

Perry nodded, smiling. She went back to Clark and pulled on his hand. Clark stood up and looked at her curiously. She bid a good night to everyone and pulled him towards the elevator. She quickly pressed the buttons. Clark was about to speak up when she held her hand up.

“n-not a word u-until we get h-home”

Clark smartly kept his mouth shut. When they reached the parking, she dragged him to his car.

“I c-came through a c-cab. I w-wanted to s-surprise you.”, she informed angrily, before he could voice out his question. She opened the gate for the driver’s seat, took his case and shoved him in. Although, seeing how small she was, she could only make what was like a gentle push for him. She went around and sat in the passenger’s seat.

“dr-drive”

He followed her command and drove to their apartment. Once they were in the building’s parking lot, she got out, opened his gate and gestured for him to get out. He obeyed her and followed her like a small puppy to the elevator, lobby and then their house. She pulled him in, closed the gates and went to the kitchen.

“I had t-turned the w-water heater on be-before I left. Go b-bath.”

She fixed him a cup of steaming hot coffee and some cookies. She placed them down when he came in the dining room. She gestured him to sit and eat. He sat down and ate under her angry glare. Even though, while sitting, he was eye level with her, he was still slightly scared of her glare. When he finished, she pulled him in their bedroom. The room was nicely decorated with string lights and had fresh candles. She pushed him on the neat and clean bed and removed her white jacket. She threw it in to his work desk and climbed on the bed. Correction. Climbed on him. She straddled him and grabbed his hand. She placed it on to her back.

“unzip”

Clark followed, loving where this was going. When he gently peeled the dress down, he saw her large breasts in front of, trapped in a black bra. She moved and threw the dress with the jacket. She turned to him and removed the barrette clip, let her free. She placed both her hands beside his neck, her hair falling a chocolate-colored curtain around him. From the scattered light, he saw her eyes were closed. She then gently asked a question, in a broken voice.

“me or her?”

Clark looked at her in question. Was she actually asking him to choose?

“of course, you sweetie. I love you. You’re my omega, my soulmate. How can you even give me the option of choosing someone over you?”

She opened her eyes and looked at him. She lowered herself and kissed him. He closed his eyes and kissed her pack. She used one hand slowly opened his shirt, her hand touching every inch of skin. She kept gently kissing him, her hand roaming over his furry chest. When the buttons were all undone, he got up and stripped it off. She again pushed him back and you? spread her small paws all over his shoulders and started rubbing her panty clad pussy over his thigh. He groaned when she started riding him. In fact, she didn’t know what she was doing. But she liked it. Her alpha had chosen her today. And she was happy about it. But she was also angry at that girl who was trying to take her pack away from her. Maybe she needed something to keep him. A child perhaps. But he said that they would have to do mating again and again. But it hurts. But feels so good. She made up her mind after some thoughts. She will do anything to get a child. Even if it meant she would do it herself. She pushed her thoughts back and took her hands away from him. She quickly unhooked her bra and threw it off. She presses her naked body onto him, hoping he would like it. When he groaned, she took that as a yes and rubbed her hands down his torso. She opened his pants and pushed them down. He took the sign and shoved his pants down. When they were gone and he was only in his briefs, she slowly placed her hands on the band. She looked at him for permission. When he nodded, she pushed his briefs down. It was easy now. He was laying down while she was sitting upright on his thighs. She gently took his enormous length in both her hands. It was slightly curved at the top. She wondered how does it fit inside her. There were some white drops on the top. She collected some on her pinky finger, making him groan. She brought her finger to her mouth and looked at it. It was covered in a pearly white liquid. She rubbed it on the underside of him, and he let out a loud groan. In his defense, he was really aroused by the thought of his little wife touching him. She slowly wrapped her palms around him. Even with both hands, she cannot cover it. She applied a little pressure and glided her hands down. He moaned. She brought them back up. She was trying to concentrate hard, making sure she didn’t mess up. Speaking of mess up, the white fluid was again collecting on the top. Suddenly something came over her, and she licked it up. Her alpha shouted and out of nowhere, long streams of white fluid was shooting up from him, landing on her breasts. She watched as it all dripped down to her navel. There was a lot of it.

Clark was in heaven. Just a few touches and already made him cum once. And that too heavily. It took him some time to get back on his rails, which was surprising as he usually had an almost instantaneous recovery rate.

While mia was confused. She had felt him shoot something inside her last night. But not outside. She looked at him in doubt. Did she do something wrong? Her alpha looked really pleased. So maybe, not?

He opened his eyes back to look at a sight straight out of hell. There sat his wife, clad in a black panty, with his cum all over her breasts. He looked at her with lust in his eyes. She felt something jerking in her hand. It was his………cock. It felt strange. She slowly removed her panties, which were wet in the center. She blushed. Did she do that? Her coochie felt really soft and moist. She sat down on his……cock. He groaned and gently held it up beneath her. She aligned her ……pussy with it and slowly sank down. It gradually breached her entrance. She sank down, pausing every now and then to take a deep breath and calm herself. Her alpha had his hands behind his head, letting her do all the work. After he was fully in, she went up and then down again. She kept doing this. Eventually, it started to feel good. Really good. She fastened herself, and it felt better. She felt herself tighten around him. She kept going up and down on him continuously. Lewd sounds were coming out of her mouth. She was groaning and moaning. She said something intelligible, probably in Bulgarian, her first language. She kept going faster, until she felt her tummy tighten. She groaned as something solid appeared on her entrance. Knot. To keep it all in. She moved her hips back and forth, and suddenly felt something gush out of her. She watched as a lot of fluids shot up from her in a large fountain-like flow. She half screamed; half moaned. And suddenly, she felt him shoot the same fluid as before in her. She let out a loud ‘alpha’ collapsed on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. With a small, love you, they both fell to sleep. Completely exhausted and tired, they didn’t even bother with a cleanup. After all, they will wake up in a few hours to repeat what they just did.

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Mini Series

Here are all of my short fics that will be ten chapters or under. for my longer fics go here Chaptered Story Masterlist and oneshots,drabbles and headcannons are here Oneshot Masterlist

Latest Teaser Dump UPDATED APRIL!!

Disclaimer and my stance on RPF

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!

1 / 2  / 3🥵

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?

1  🥵/ 2🥵

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.

1

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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#oh-for-fic-sake masterlist #oh-for-fic-sake fics #henry cavill fanfiction #captain syverson #Napoleon Solo #walter marshall #clark kent #august walker #Henry sherlock #sherlock holmes #geralt #geralt of rivia

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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...

Masterlist

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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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]

  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)

#masterlist #dc masterlist #marvel masterlist

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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.  

#thor #Thor Odinson #thor x reader #thor x you #alpha!thor #aplha!thor x reader #alpha!superman #aplha!clark kent #alpha!superman x reader #alpha!superman x you #alpha!clark kent x reader #alpha!thor x omega!reader #alpha!superman x omega!reader #alpha!clark kent x omega!reader #alpha!thor x omega!reader x alpha!superman #alpha!thor x omega!reader x alpha!clark kent #Between two Gods

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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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[fific7]

White Wedding Pt 3

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, shotgun (oh yeah)

little sister, who's your superman

Hey little sister, shotgun

It's a nice day to start again

It's a nice day for a white wedding

It's a nice day to start again

Take me back home, yeah

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The New Wife

Your eyes cracked open, a millimetre, slowly, carefully. Your head hurt like a bitch. What had those psychos injected you with, for fuck’s sake? Elephant tranquilliser? You rolled one eyeball gently around in its socket, trying to take in where you were.

A bright, white room. You were in a … your arms spread out on either side of you without touching any edges or anyone… big ol’ bed. Alone, as far as you could tell. You were wearing the clothes you’d had on yesterday, all except for the shoes.

The little snapshots of memories came creeping back into your head. The fucked-up shit that CEO bitch had pulled on you. The drugging, then falling into the abyss. Nothing more.

And now this. Where were you? Didn’t that bitch say you were being sent to your new husband’s house? Your ears strained to hear sounds, anything at all. Then you heard it, faint but unmistakable. The ocean. Despite the unknown and unsettling situation you were in, your heart soared. You loved the ocean! And this new husband dude of yours lived close by it, huh? Well you supposed that would help a little while you figured out how to get out of this totally unacceptable situation.

You stiffened as you heard a door open, and closed your eyes immediately.

“Ohhh…” you heard a woman’s voice, which was a surprise to you, “….she’s gorgeous, Lo.” A manly sigh, “I know, sis.” Ah, okay well… husband dude has a sister, surely that would be helpful when you told them what had really happened at LPV. “Her eyes are this incredible colour, I’ve never seen anything like it before.” There was a dreamy tone to his voice.

Wait, when had this guy seen your eyes? Leaving aside the uncomfortable fact that he’d put his tongue inside your pussy… a white hot hit of sheer embarrassment ran through you at the memory of it… you’d been covered by that sheet. And you’d have been spark out when you were brought here. So when had he seen you where he could tell what your eye colour was? More cheap tricks by the CEO from hell, obviously.

“I don’t know what to do, Jules,” you heard him say, “I wanna fuck her so badly but firstly, whatever they gave her still has her stone cold out of it, and secondly… well, I wanna talk to her first.”

You heard his sister give a short laugh, “Well they say there’s a first time for everything, Lo.” You stiffened again when you heard that - what, this guy fucked women without talking to them first? What kind of a douchebag was he?

“That related to the hosts rather than actual women, Jules,” he replied, gentle reproach in his tone, “she’s not a host.” “I’m glad you actually realise that,” she replied, “and Logan? You do not go at her like a bulldozer, you hear me? She’s a virgin, apart from anything else.”

An intake of breath from husband dude, “I know, I know! I’m so fucking excited about that. I’ll be her first. I can’t fucking believe it. I mean… look at her… she’s just a complete wet dream.”

You heard the door close and no more voices. So, they knew you’d never slept with a man before, no doubt courtesy of CEO Bitch… you were so glad all your secrets were out there! And … what were these hosts he was talking about?

You didn’t like the sound of that at all.

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The New Wife

You’d fallen back asleep, a natural sleep this time.

Suddenly you were wide awake again. Not sure how long you’d slept for, but one thing you knew for sure was that your dress was being gently pulled up. Fingers between your legs, the scratch of stubble on your skin, that tongue… delving right inside you. The same exciting combination of licking and sucking began, just like when you’d been sampled by him. What was happening? Was this someone else being allowed to do the same? Were you still at LPV in some kind of drug-induced nightmare? No, you were sure it must be your new husband. You felt you’d know that talented tongue anywhere.

But one thing you knew for sure, you were soaking. With a superhuman effort, you managed to keep quiet as it continued for what like seemed forever. His tongue was lapping up your juices from your skin then his fingers spread your legs even wider, his tongue went deep, deeper than before, then he was sucking your clit again and you felt a pressure building in your stomach. Suddenly a huge wave of pleasure you hadn’t ever experienced before washed over you, rolling and rolling and rolling, like a stormy ocean.

If you hadn’t already had your eyes tight shut, you would’ve had to close them.

Then he was gone, your dress sliding down over your legs, a hand smoothed your hair, lips kissed your temple.

His deep voice. Yes, his voice. “Sweet dreams, wife of mine.”

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Logan

The guilt was eating at him now. He lay on the bed in one of the guest rooms, staring at the ceiling. Once Juliet had left, he’d gone back into the master bedroom, hoping that she’d have woken up.

No… still spark out. He gazed down at her, god he needed to taste her again, needed to.

Before he knew what he was doing, his hand pulled back the bedsheets, slid her dress up until it sat above her thighs. It was like he was on autopilot. He parted her legs, his head was between them and his tongue plunged into that sweet, sweet honeypot. He licked and sucked at her, a little frenzied, working her for longer than he probably should have. But she tasted divine and he couldn’t get enough. She was so wet for him, drugged-up or not. He felt her climax and he stood up from her, the guilt already seeping into his veins.

He drew her dress back down over her legs, covered her with the bedsheets, stroked her hair, kissed her forehead.

And now he was mentally berating himself for tasting her while she’d been in a doped-up sleep. That was … low, wasn’t it? Even if she was his wife. He couldn’t even contain himself until she was awake.

He heaved himself off the bed and walked through to the master bedroom, looking in at her. She was still sleeping. He wanted her so much.

Maybe he could just have one more tiny taste….

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The New Wife

When you awoke the next time, bright sunlight was streaming in. It was possibly mid-morning.

Thinking about the nocturnal visit husband dude had paid to you, your cheeks flushed deep pink. My god, if that was what his tongue could do… you smiled to yourself, thinking about what else he was capable of. And did you imagine another, shorter visit to you later on or was that just wishful thinking?

Shaking off your thoughts, you leaned up on your elbows and took a proper look around you.

A spacious modern room, with floor-to-ceiling windows and white gauzy curtains, billowing slightly in the sea breeze. Not a lot of furniture, minimalist vibe. You were alone, and still clothed in what you supposed you should call your wedding dress.

Your breathing seized for a second, before you inhaled a big breath. You were screwed, truly you were. In every way. You thought that your brain must’ve been working overtime while you slept, and now you knew and begrudgingly accepted that while LPV had fraudulently trapped you into marriage, you’d never be able to prove it. Maybe you could just run away? Ummm.. nope. The whole plan of being at LPV was to avoid those low-life Omega kidnappers. How would you avoid them on your own, where could you go to ensure that? To another version of LPV somewhere else in the state, only to have them pull a similar stunt?

From the outside, this guy - high sex drive aside - seemed OK, there was another female around which was a big plus and he had what seemed to be a lovely house near the beach. You accepted that you probably just had to make the best of a bad situation.

You got up, stretching out your cramped muscles before walking over to the window and looking out at your new neighbourhood. Oh, okay… a house right on the beach, then. Not just close by. And you spotted a familiar headland… this was Malibu. Wow. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t hurting for money either. You vaguely recalled that CEO Bitch had told you that you now had a handsome, rich husband.

The door opened and you swung round, startled. A tall good-looking guy with dark hair came into the room, carrying a tray filled with plates, coffee pot, carafe of juice, cups and glasses on it. He looked as startled as you did when he saw you standing by the window, and his eyes - as dark as his hair - stared into yours, holding your gaze before he dropped his quickly down and back up your body. You took in his light tache and beard, which also spilled downwards and became a neck beard. That’s incredibly sexy looking, your brain said, unbidden and your face pinked up immediately. Correction - HE is just incredibly sexy looking, your brain then supplied, helpfully.

Shut up! you silently yelled back at it. That is not helpful in the slightest.

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Logan

Logan had nearly dropped the tray of food and drink. He hadn’t expected to see her up and about, she’d slept for almost twenty-four hours so whatever they’d given her must’ve been super strength. He felt irritated by that… it could’ve been too much for her. They could’ve harmed her. And then he would’ve had to harm them.

Woah! he thought, where did that come from? He shook his head and met her gaze, those otherworldly eyes of hers staring into his. She was just breathtaking, even in the defensive stance she was adopting with arms firmly crossed over her stomach. He could just sit and look at her for years. He cleared his throat.

“Hi,” he said her name, “I’m Logan. Your husband.” She continued to stare at him, face expressionless. He continued, lamely, “You’re my wife. We’re married.”

He saw a ghost of a smile flit across her lips, “Yes, so I found out. Ten minutes after it had happened.”

He cleared his throat again uneasily, putting the tray down on the bed and gesturing to it, “Come sit and eat. You’ve had nothing for I don’t know how long.” She remained by the window but her eyes went to the filled paninis and coffee and juice he’d brought through. “I do feel light-headed, a combination of no food and whatever drug they gave me, I guess.”

Before she could move, the door opened and a dark-haired woman came into the bedroom, looking over at her first and then to Logan. He turned to his sister. “This is my new wife,” saying her name again, before turning back to his wife and saying, “This is Juliet, my sister.” The two women smiled at each other, with his wife saying lightly to Logan, “You’re lucky you weren’t called Romeo.”

He laughed, “I think Mom toyed with the idea but as me and Jules are siblings, she thought it might be a bit too weird.” He got a genuine smile in return, which made his heart beat faster.

She walked over to the bed and perched on the edge of it, next to the tray, with Logan on the other side of it.

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Juliet

Juliet remained standing, leaning against the doorframe of the walk-in wardrobe to give them some space.

While Logan and his new wife ate together for the first time, she watched them for a few moments. She smiled inwardly, it was both touching and amusing to see Logan on his very best behaviour, slicing a panini in two for her and pouring her coffee, juice and bringing her a bottle of water in addition from the kitchen. She thought for another minute or two before saying, “Do you mind if I ask you a few gentle questions?” and using her name. The new wife shook her head and gestured with the hand which wasn’t holding her panini, “Ask away.” “You’re a Platinum Omega, is that correct?”

She saw a small fleeting grimace on the other woman’s face, “Yes, I am… for my sins.” Juliet nodded, “Very rare creature, so I’m told.” The new wife laughed, but it had a bitter edge to it, “Yes, it put a big target on my back. It’s why I ended up in LPV.” Juliet remained silent, encouraging the other woman to continue, which she did once she’d swallowed the mouthful of panini she’d been chewing. “I have no family left in the US, but I’ve got some European relatives who didn’t want anything to do with me. A couple of years ago when the Omega kidnappings really started ramping up, I sold my condo and along with an inheritance from my grandmother, I signed up to stay in LPV instead of being out in the mainstream.”

Juliet nodded, “I can totally imagine why you’d make that decision.” She hesitated, then decided to dive right in, “Logan said you argued with the LPV CEO about the marriage clause in your original contract.” The new wife’s lip curled in disgust and her face flushed, “That bitch! She screwed me over. When I signed that contract, only the scenting and sampling thing was in there… which I wasn’t happy about either, let me tell you. But they made it plain that unless I signed it, they wouldn’t accept me into LPV. And they drugged me for the sampling thing,” she stated, her eyes sliding to Logan and her face flushing even more. She kept looking at him as she went on, “And I know you sampled me again last night, maybe even twice. But at least I wasn’t drugged then.”

Logan choked on his panini, and scrambled to grab his glass of juice. Juliet kept her face neutral, but was thinking, “Oh, shit!” She didn’t know exactly what sampling entailed but she could guess it wasn’t just a chaste kiss. But it was really amusing to see Logan looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

The new wife continued, “I was made to shower and put these on…” she gestured to herself with her free hand, “and when I got into her office, she… very oddly… made me look at her new antique mirror,” she eye-rolled and Logan butted in, “Two-way mirror… so I could see you for the first time.” “Ah - ok, now I understand,” she nodded. “Well, then she asked me to check in, with two fingerprints as we were in her private office. We checked in wherever we went so I suspected nothing. She then dropped it on me that I was now married, that they’d done me a huge favour and that I’d be going to my new husband’s home within 15 minutes. They’d already packed up all my stuff. I know I didn’t sign that clause and I told her I hadn’t, that she’d hidden that section from me. She said that I definitely did sign it and I just hadn’t read it properly. They also drugged me again and that’s pretty much when I passed out. Then I woke up here.” She looked between Logan and Juliet, “I heard you two talking, but I was feeling groggy and pretended I was still asleep. I know that you know I’m a virgin, and I know that you…” she pointed at Logan, “…want to fuck me really badly.”

Juliet didn’t think she’d ever seen Logan blush so heatedly. His face was scarlet, even more so than when she’d mentioned the sampling.

Stifling a laugh, she said to the new wife, “You’re right… he totally does. He’ll get over the major embarrassment of being overheard very clearly and directly stating his intentions towards you. He likes to pretend he woos the ladies before fucking them.” Logan shot a very angry look at her but she ignored him.

She continued, “Look,” using her name, “I’ll give you a potted history of the Delos family. We own Delos Inc and Delos Destinations. Have you ever heard of Westworld?” The new wife shook her head, so Juliet carried on, “It’s one of several themed parks we own, they’re very popular and we are a bunch of rich, entitled fuckers.” The new wife burst out laughing, and took a hasty swig of her water. “Our mother passed away which left us in the care of our less-than-paternal father. Logan rebelled during his teen years and just never stopped. He’s done it all… drinks, drugs, women, men… whatever he could do to piss off dear old Dad… but also to get his attention. Cos Dad has always pretty much written Logan off, and that’s a mistake. Underneath all the BS, he’s a very astute, smart businessman.”

Logan was staring at her, a vulnerable, soft expression on his face… in fact his eyes looked glossy. “My sis is just as underestimated by him too,” he said quietly, “…she’s a total systems magician.” Juliet smiled at him, before turning back to the new wife, “So… a lot of shit went down which maybe Lo will tell you about some day. I offloaded a douche of a husband, Logan hit rock bottom and went into rehab and now he’s been clean for… six months, Logan?” He nodded. “No drugs, absolute minimum alcohol intake… and absolutely no sex whatsoever.”

Juliet was shocked, even she hadn’t known that - Logan had still appeared as usual on all the gossip sites with various women and men on his arm throughout that whole period. Well, she’d get the reason out of him at some stage.

He looked at his new wife, giving her a small smile, “You see before you a reformed bad boy.” She looked at him solemnly for a moment, then gave him a dazzling smile. Juliet could see Logan’s cheeks pinking up. Woah… was her reprobate of a brother actually about to be tamed by a woman? By just one woman?! Hmmmm… she’d believe it when it actually happened. But she hoped that he was going to take this marriage seriously and not fuck it up, because she really wanted her dad to have to admit that Logan wasn’t just a huge waste of space.

Juliet turned again to the new wife, “And just to round off our story, our Dad recently insisted that Logan get married before our father retires and hands over the running of the businesses to me and Lo.” She watched the girl taking in this influx of information and she didn’t seem particularly scared or repulsed.

She continued, “Now, it sounds to me like LPV really screwed you over. That was a low trick they played on you. They’ve probably been metaphorically rubbing their hands together since the minute you walked through their door, knowing what a valuable asset you are. I am guessing that there have been plenty of enquiries about you over the past two years, but they’ve played the long game and rebuffed all of them so far, until filthy rich Logan Delos walked into their lair. And I am personally feeling very guilty about all of this, because I went to college with one of their Betas and got Logan bumped to the front of their waiting list. But I had absolutely no idea they played these type of games, as my Beta friend is always banging on about what a good and great setup it is. However, I believe they already had that full clause in your contract and signed off from the get-go and hid the marriage section from you, exactly as you accused them of doing. They knew they’d be able to make a lot of money out of you some day.”

The new wife was drinking all of this in, looking angry, pensive and then angry again.

Juliet sighed, “Look, honey… I know you’re not happy about all of this. But you are not going to be able to get out of that marriage clause or the marriage with Logan either. They totally manipulated you, but to all intents and purposes you have no proof that they did. If you go the cops, or even the Omega Foundation, they are going to be shown those signed legal documents and possibly some CCTV of you signing the original contract, and digitally signing the marriage certificate… and they will tell you not to let the door hit your butt on your way out.”

She saw the other woman’s bottom lip tremble, and she replied in a small defeated voice, “I’d kind of come to that conclusion myself.”

Juliet decided it was time to put some positive things on the table.

“Now, I’m sure you’ve been going over alternative options in your head. Sorry to say, I don’t think you’ve got very many… two, I’d say? Number one…. run away and take your chances in the mainstream or in another facility like LPV. Very sadly, I don’t rate your survival chances in the mainstream as very high and what’s to say another facility won’t take advantage of you again, just like LPV did? Number Two… stay here with Logan, be his wife, help him to stay on the straight and narrow. I mean, he’s not that ugly..” there was a loud snort from Logan here, “he’s got an OK body,” another snort, “he’s rich as fuck and more importantly, he will look after you and keep you safe. And even though you may not be soulmates, he would still claim you.”

She looked at Logan, willing him to reply in the affirmative and back her up on her reasoning, but he was just sitting there, staring at his new wife like she was some type of mythical creature. “Logan!” Juliet snapped at him, and he swung his head towards her, “Huh? What?” “I said,” she said, very deliberately, “that even if you are not soulmates, you’d still claim her to keep her safe.”

“Oh yeah! Yeah, I would,” he replied, nodding his head up and down so quickly that Juliet burst out laughing. “Chill, big bro,” she said.

The new wife bit her bottom lip as she listened to and considered what Juliet had just said.

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The New Wife

You had listened carefully to what Juliet had to say, and you knew what she said made sense. After all, it was only what you’d been telling yourself.

You inhaled a deep breath before immediately exhaling it, and looked at the two siblings as they watched you expectantly, waiting to hear what your decision was.

“Thank you, Juliet, for summarising everything so well. It’s just what I’ve been telling myself in my head. And thank you, Logan, for offering to claim me.”

You paused, to make sure you phrased this correctly, “I am so, so grateful that you both do want me to stay within this arrangement. I have to say I’m not happy about LPV’s actions, but for my personal safety.., you’re right, there is no other valid choice for me. And Logan, I realise it’s just an arranged marriage to you so that you can inherit what you rightly deserve.” Logan opened his mouth to say something but Juliet hissed, “Shut up, Lo.”

You continued, “So yes, I will stay, Logan, if that’s okay with you. I won’t run away… which I confess was my first instinct when I woke up this morning.”

Logan reached over and took your hand, “That’s more than okay with me.”

Juliet came over and gave you a quick hug, “Welcome to the Delos family!”

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Juliet

Logan looked… ecstatic… that was the word, when she said that.

He’s going to have to sit her down and clear up a few things with her, though.

Fuck, I really hope this works out for him.

And for her too, of course.

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Logan

She… she said she’s going to stay with me.

He felt his heartbeat hammering in his chest, and tried to inhale a few deep breaths to calm it down. Now.. well now he had to get his head back on straight and make sure she understood his complicated past and his intentions in this marriage.

And he’d have to keep his dick under control so that he didn’t maul her at the very first opportunity.

I guess the old man will be happy after all, because I am going to make this work he thought, I totally am.

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The New Wife

Juliet hugged you again just before she left, giving you her cell number - for when you actually had one again, you didn’t get to have them in LPV - in case you needed her for anything. “You and I are going to be good friends,” she firmly pronounced, “call me anytime, I mean it… about anything.”

You’d discovered she had a four-year-old daughter with her now ex-husband. “Urrrgghh….” she’d eyerolled, “that’s a two bottle of wine story for another time.”

Logan had given you the guided tour of his beautiful home, and you had trouble taking in the fact that it was now where you lived. He’d been so sweet about it, too… saying repeatedly that it was “our home” and “our place” and you could make whatever changes you wanted to.

You’d shyly asked if you’d be sleeping with him in the master bedroom, and he’d laughed, “You most certainly will be, angel.” That had brought back the buried memory of what he’d said when he first sampled you, he’d called you angel even then.

Deciding to be bold, when the two of you were sitting on loungers on one of the decks after your house tour, you cleared your throat and said to him, “Logan… I may be a virgin, but at LPV they put me on a Sexual Knowledge course.”

Logan swung his head round to you, eyes dark and looking fiery, “And what does that consist of, exactly?” You swallowed nervously, “Videos, mainly. Porn I guess you’d call it. All the different positions, blow jobs, ummm… men eating pussy, stuff like that.” Logan seemed to relax back into his lounger. He met your gaze again suddenly as he said, “Look, I’m sorry for… tasting… you again during the night. While you slept, or while I thought you were asleep. I shouldn’t have done that - but even so, yes, I did go back for seconds.” You smiled at him, “So I didn’t imagine that, then. It’s absolutely fine, Logan - you’re my husband, and that means you’re entitled to taste me whenever you want.” His eyes widened when he heard your words and he continued to gaze intently at you, asking, “They told me you hadn’t even been scented or sampled until I came along. Is that true?” You nodded, “Yes. No one’s ever touched me except you, Logan. And when you tasted me last night, I believe I had my first orgasm.”

He suddenly shot up off his lounger, saying in a strangled voice, “I’ll just go get us some cold drinks!” and immediately rushed off into the house. You lay back and relaxed, looking up at the rapidly darkening sky and all the stars. Starting to doze off, you reflected that despite its rocky start, your marriage and new life seemed destined to become a dream come true.

Logan returned quite a while later with the cold drinks, mocktails served with ice in tall tumblers. He gently shook your shoulder and you awoke from your little nap. Once he’d sat back down, he sipped his drink for a little while before saying, “You know, it’s all very well LPV making you watch porn to learn about sex, but the only way you’ll properly learn is by doing it. But I’m not about to go all caveman on you, despite how much I might want to.”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “ Look… Logan. You’ve plucked me from what I thought was a safe place but in fact it wasn’t, and I’m truly grateful to you for that. I’m your wife and I agreed to obey you in all things. So if you want to fuck me, you don’t have to hold back, please just do it.”

You heard him drawing in a shaky breath, then he sort of growled, “You shouldn’t say things to me like that, angel. I’m really trying to be a good boy for you. I don’t want to put you off sex by mauling you.” He turned his head towards you, “When is your next heat?” “I take inhibitors,” you told him, “they told me I’m highly sexed so I to take them every day instead of just for two days at the end of each cycle. Whenever you want me to go into heat, just let me know and I’ll stop taking the inhibitors.” You looked down into your drink, “CEO Bitch - and that fucking clause - said I must procreate whenever you want to so again, it’s up to you. When is your rut?… only so that I can make sure I’m ready to get you through it. I’ve heard it can be rough if you don’t have a partner.”

Now it was his turn to look down into his drink. “About that,” he said quietly, “What with all my substance abuse, rehab and other shit I’ll bore you with some other time, my ruts haven’t happened for a long, long time. I still got aroused… I take it CEO Bitch told you I’m a Dark Alpha?” You smiled at his use of your nickname for her, “Yes, but to be honest I don’t know what that is.” He nodded, “Well, it’s kinda like the Alpha equivalent of you, angel. A Platinum Omega… I’m the Alpha version. And part of that is we like sex when we like it, not just at rut and heat. Another reason we’re such a good match.”

He cleared his throat, “But apart from making my ruts disappear, my overindulgences also broke my dick. I hadn’t been hard for over six months, angel. Unheard of for me… the mighty fucker that is Logan Delos. I was beginning to panic, I’ll be honest with you. But when I scented and sampled and saw you, I got hard as a rock.”

He smiled over at you as your cheeks pinked up, saying, “I think I’ve got a new addiction, angel.”

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[oh-for-fic-sake]

Oneshot Masterlist

 Here are all my oneshots drabbles and headcannons. you can find my long ongoing chaptered fics here on my Chaptered Stories Masterlist. and you can find my shorter series list here Ficlet masterlist

Disclaimer and my stance on RPF

Geeking Out (Henry Cavill X Reader/Fluff)

Babies New Specs  (Henry Cavill X Little Reader-Fluff)

The Shoe Policy (Henry Cavill X Reader-Domestic)

Grand Theft Auto(Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Domestic)

Dress Codes, Nooky And Cock Blocks (Henry Cavill+ Kal X Reader- Domestic/Fluff/🥵)

Kal And Fatherhood (Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Fluff)

A Rainy day (Henry Cavill x Reader- Angst/Fluff/🥵)

Lemme See!! (Henry Cavill x Pierced/Tattooed Reader-Fluff)

Mummy’s Jealous Boy (Henry Cavill X Wife!Reader- Fluff, angst)

Pooh Bear (Henry Cavill+ Kal X Reader- Fluff)

Your Man In Action (Henry Cavill X Reader-Fluff)

Another Birthday Surprise (Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Fluff slight Angst)

A Clumsy Nugget (Henry Cavill X Little!Reader- Fluff)

Beanie Baby (Henry Cavill+Kal X Reader-Implied Smut,Fluff,Domestic)

Baby Snuggles… Drink and wet? (Henry Cavill X Reader/CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!/Fluff/Humour)

Forever Home (Henry Cavill X Reader- Fluff)

The Date (Henry Cavill X Reader-Fluff)

Deeper Then The Pink Tax (Henry Cavill X Reader- Angst/ Fluff/ Difficult subjects)

Their Alright… For A Boomer (Henry Cavill X BustyReader- Fluff, Suggestive)

Love Is Blind (Henry Cavill X Shelby!Reader- Peaky Blinders AU- Angslt,Fluff)

Your Perfect (Henry Cavill X Reader- ABO,Fluff, Angst)

The Mortals Claiming (Hades!Henry X Reader- god AU, Angst, Smut)

Fledgling (Vampire!Henry X Reader)

Bring It On Bitch (Clark Kent X Reader-Fluff)

Ace In The Hole (Diana Prince X Teen Reader-Fluff?)

FUCK OFF! (Bruce Wayne X Reader-Domestic/Fluff)

A Soft Bunny~ (Clark Kent X Reader -🥵/PetPlay)

Mounting Mistakes  (Clark Kent X Reader- 🥵/ABO)

The Ruined Cape (Clark Kent X Bratty Little Reader-Spanking)

L-Latex?!(Clark Kent X  Mistress/Domme Reader-Humour/Fluff/Domestic )  

We Didn’t Make It To My Birthday (Alpha!Clark Kent X Younger Omega Reader- A/B/O, 🥵)    

Clark The God Of Munch (Clark Kent X Reader-🥵)

Lacking (Clark Kent X Reader-🥵)

Numb (Clark Kent X Daughter Reader- Angst/ Mental Health Issues)

A Breeding Bunny (Dark!Clark X Reader-🥵Dark Fic)

I Cant Feel My Legs (Dark!Clark X Reader/ A/B/O 🥵)

Super-Hubby Proof  (Clark X Reader/ BDSM/ Humor/🥵)

 (Taming A Pa-Bear(Platonic!Geralt X Reader/Fluff/Angst?Homour)

The Witcher’s Missus (Geralt X Reader/Angst/🥵)

Nanma? (Geralt x Mage!reader/ Jaskier X Reader Platonic/fluff/crackfic/suggestive)

Hybrid Oil (Geralt X Reader/ suggestive/ Angry Geralt)

Your Best Idea (Napoleon Solo x Wife Reader-Fluff/Domestic)

My Phone Died…Sorry?(Walter X Reader/Fluff/Angst/Immplied smut)

A Little Crime Spree (Papa!Sherlock X Little Reader- Spanking)

His Grace’s Protection (Charles Brandon X Reader- Fluff/Angst)

They Hung Up (August Walker X Little!Reader- Fluff)

She Calls Me Daddy 🥵(August Walker X Reader Daddy Kink-Smut Exhibitionism)

Soft!Bdsm Relationship Dom!Henry Sub!Nurse

Wearing Plugs on a date Dom!Henry 🥵

Being A Jealous Little At A Party Daddy!Henry

Scolded By Another Daddy In Front Of Daddy!Henry

Tangled In Knots DDLG

When Your Knee Is Injured DDLG

A Maintenance Spanking DDLG

Caught Pigging Out DDLG

An Inner Ear Infection DDLG

Helping With Hate DDLG

Pms and Headache remedies DDLG🥵

Insomnia /Trouble Waking In The Morning DDLG

Caught Listening To Bratty Songs DDLG

Getting Scared Watching MI6 DDLG

Cutting Your Hair DDLG

Henry Answers A Zoom Call With Pretty Hair DDLG

Story time Wisdom teeth DDLG

Tooth Fairy Haggle DDLG

The accident DDLG

Sherbert and baths DDLG

The Icecream Van DDLG

Slapping Daddies Hand DDLG

Superman’s Dishcloth 

Couples Race

Baby Hustle

A Headcannon Crack Series- Geralt see’s an opportunity to add to his family and finally have something both he and Yennefer have always wanted. A baby, now they just had to figure out how to look after it.

The Exchange / / Got Milk? / / Your Turn / /Hmm…Hm? / /Lil’Bleater

Misc

Vesemir and Geralt bath sharing M/F/M

Playing With August’s Knives DDLG

The Deal (Clark X Reader X August)🥵 / /  Pt 2  / / Pt3🥵?

Malicious Compliance (Sherlock X Reader)

Coming Home Drunk (August X Drunk!Reader)

April Fools! (Sy X Reader) slight smut 🥵

Mocki (Sy X Reader)

Hair Pulling  101 Dom!Henry

A Latte (Henry Cavill X Reader- Fluff)

Swallow-Geralt Of Rivia

Ducky- Humphrey Mummy!Domme

The Making Of Sy’s Mini Me- Sy Smut

Walter Told You Not To Touch! Walter implied smut?

“Pull out” “No”-Sy Smut

Little Office Bunny- August implied smut

Jewel In The Crown August Walker

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My Neko Queen - Chapter 2

Warnings: Cat Fluff, mentions of an abusive past relationship, protagonist planning world domination, Karen-shaming,

Pairings: Alpha Clark Kent x Omega Cat shifter!Reader

Author’s Note: Okay, before you kill me for this late upload, hear me out. Scholl work+ Mental Breakdowns made me late. Sorry now enjoy.

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The day was bright and shining. But overly so. The world was waking up, country by country, for another day. And they all woke up with a reassurance that they will be safe today. No one will kill them today. Because there was a group, waiting to be called. For help. And this group was the infamous Justice League. But what they failed to understand that they were also real souls. That they were not public slaves, but just people with good hearts. But now it was human nature to take everything they had for granted. Be it their own families or the heroes who can always choose to take over the world.

 Around 2, Diana heard a scream. A man was screaming. Multiple actually. As soon as she rushed there, she was astounded. In country A, there was a group of people, protesting for Student rights. In front of them, protected by a team of police officers. And every form of security possible was invested to protect the group. The students mainly consisted of Religious, Racial and Sexual Minorities. They were apparently being discriminated against in their university. Whilst the board of directors, mostly men, were looking at them in disdain. Once the teens saw her, they got louder. The sight made her happy. The fact that her presence made them stronger. They were just peacefully protesting. She was about to leave when one of the directors signaled one of the officers. They pulled out a grenade and removed its key. As soon as they lunged it at them, she caught it and threw it in a calculated throw. And she was correct. The blast occurred in water. And quickly wrapped all the directors in the Lasso and carried their screaming bodies to the court. Where Alfred had already given the details of the almost attack. As soon as they were put down, officials carried them away to the trucks, to stuff them in jail. The one rule that was instated all over the world was that if the JL reports any crime, the punishment should be given immediately. Failing to do so would remove the country from their radar. Any issues that are usually detectable on the radar gets ignored. Once a few countries got removed, they came back crawling, begging. When she went back, to a high up tower with allowed her to here and sense things, she again heard a scream. A woman this time. But she knew the Tone of that scream.

“bloody Karens”, she muttered, and rushed to that location. And just as she suspected, there was a woman in her mid forties, acting all classy while acting like a ragged bitch.

“Oh finally. The slut hero is here. Here, take tis bitch away from me”

“Fuck off you bitch. What is your problem with her?”

“Excuse me. How dare you?”

“Get on the point. Why are you acting like a petulant child?”

“huh. This forsaken woman first parked her car in MY spot. I asked her to remove it and she bumped my car when I was moving my car in. and then refused to apologize.”

Diana turned to look at the other woman. It was brown woman in her twenties. She was looking at her with an irritated expression. She turned to the older woman and warned, “listen here. The world has more important thing than your old ass. And your car. If I try to remove the stick up your ass, and put another one before even the first one is out, will they bump or not?”

With that, she gave a wink to the brown beauty and shot off. After carrying on with her day, she went back with a mood to rant for hours about the ungrateful humans

 JL HEADQUARTERS

When she reached there, everyone was there. Except one. Kal-El. The one she was looking forward to after such a long day. When asked, turns out he had gone home early. She changed quickly and went to his apartment. When she moved through the window, she found him laying on the bed. But what threw her off was the small baby kitty on his chest. She was all smiles and meows. She was extremely small, half the size of Clark’s hand. And the fact that such a small cat was placed on such a giant man, she was roaming around on him like she was in a playground. She smiled. Trust him to be completely emotionally wrecked and still take up as much responsibilities shoved on him.

“She was following me all day. Came in the building. She had sneaked herself in someone’s bag. Came to me when I was working. Tried to ignore her and she crawled into an empty box on my worktop. She spent all day, sneaking here and there. Somehow climbed on me and started licking my face. In the end, she came home with me. I am naming her Juno”

Diana scoffed playfully. She also sneaked into the bed, keeping his head in her lap. He moved happily. She was the sister he never got. But looks like Juno did not share the same sentiment. As soon as Diana placed her hand on his head, the feline ran and bit her. as soon as the offending hooman hand was gone, she started patting his head with her paws, trying to massage him.

Diana was shocked. Not only was this kitty really possessive but also really smart. While Clark chuckling. Or trying to. Her legs were on his lips and her paws on his head. She was licking his head and trying to give him a massage. He gathered her in his arms and placed her in the scruff of his neck. She settled there and spent a good amount of time trying to get as much as Hooman contact as she can. When she was satisfied, she placed her face on his neck. Within moments, she was out. They both smiled at her for some time and then fell silent.

“You know, I have realized something. The humans will neve accept us. For them, I am an outsider. You are a magical witch type being. Arthur is an animal for them. Bruce and Barry are Mutants for them. And Viktor is a mere machine for them. Lois also said it. That no matter how much we do for them, we are always going to be outsiders for them. And we need to do something to keep ourselves safe too.”

“hmm. But the only way to do that is make some new rules and defenses for ourselves too. And that will give us power. And with power comes hunger. For more. What if we succumb to it and become power hungry?”

“Then we have to accept that hunger. We have to. You saw the war. I have seen how these people are divided by countries. They treat each other like dirt. And we are just giant trees for them that they will cut down, as soon as they see a flaw in us.”

“Then maybe, for the people we love, our friends and family, we have to do this. We have to take control. But what will we control”?

“The world”

Diana and Clark stared off in the space. They knew that this was the ultimate solution. Control. They wanted control. And if they have to dominate the world for it, they will.

 With the same thought in their minds, they fell asleep.

 After a few hours, Juno the Kitty woke up. She looked at them for a few minutes. And then slowly sneaked out. She went to the window and jumped out. When she was in the air, she started glowing and turned into a white ball of mist. And when she landed, she was no longer a feline. The place where she should’ve landed, there stood a beautiful young teenager. Around 17 in age. She had smooth hair and beautiful eyes. She looked up at the window with pity and love in her eyes. And with a small delicate voice, she whispered.

“Alpha. I know you have suffered. But no more. Ill help you. To keep yourself safe. And you will no longer get hurt. But for now, I have to do something.”

 And with that, she turned back to Juno, the small kitten. And ran to a house she had tracked today. To do something. To take revenge.

The next morning, Diana dropped Clark to his office, and went to meet Perry. She had been wanting to buy some shares in the daily planet. It was quite a useful company. When they both stepped out, they were met with a funny scene. Lois, was dressed in a full-length skirt with a long top with full sleeves. Usually she wore really short pencil skirts and tight shirts. And her hair was up in a cap. And when Clark one of his colleagues what it was, they laughed. Turns out, a small cat broke in her house. First the cat cut of her hair in all sorts so her hair was worse than a tattered cloth. And scratched her all over. So much so that her entire body was covered in scratches. Even tough the duo found it amusing, they didn’t comment on it. They were on their way to Perry’s office when they heard a mewl. It was Juno. She was running towards Clark and jumped on him. But as soon as Lois saw Juno, she quivered and moved back a little. They quickly connected the dots and stared at Juno. When they gave her a raised eyebrow, Juno moved her head as if she was nodding in response.

Diana: wow she’s………smart

Clark: Damn right she is.

Clark placed a small kiss on her forehead and placed her in his pocket. While the little kitty was enjoying the sight of Lois. One of their mates, Tasha, realized what must have happened, as she knew what Lois did to Clark. And since then, it became a rule, no one would mess with Clark Kent. As they did not want to wear full clothes and tend to deep scratches like her.

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