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I'm suffering from decision paralysis because I have way too many photos from like the past 15 years, but since I definitely want to show some of my wolf photography too, why not start with the first time I ever photographed a wolf pup.
This is Bootsmann (or just Bo) and he was born in 2010 in Wildpark Lüneburger Heide. He's 2 months old in the first picture, 3 months old in the middle and 6 months in the last, after his move to Wildfreigehege Saerbeck.
Last time I've seen him was in 2017 with his mate and two of his kids, kinda just haven't gotten around to visiting him since then. Hope he's still alive and kicking, since he'd be an Oldmann now!
#I've taken photos of about 200 different wolves#in the past 15 years#among them Bo's parents#aunt#brother#nieces and nephews#his children#but Bo will always have a special place in my heart#wolves#wolf#timber wolf#black wolf#wolf pup#photo#dawnthieves
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Time: I need you to explain it like a normal person.
Twilight: Wild seems to get it.
Wild: [writing in a journal]
Time: Wild’s drawing stick figures.
#lu wolf trio#lu#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu incorrect quotes#linked universe incorrect quotes#lu twilight#lu wild#lu time#timber and pup and cub#incorrect quotes#source: she-ra
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Wolf and husky plushies that I extremely normal about (lying)
#1 is toys r us siberian husky#2 is build a bear online exclusive wolf pup#3 is wildlife tree wolf#4 is webkinz signature timber wolf#5 is douglas nadia 24 inch#6 is ty classic musher
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*molly would hear rumor of a big bad wolf moving through the area but the big surprise she would learn is that every farm he has visited all of the women wind up heavily pregnant with a small army of wolf pups one evening Molly would get a knock on the door as there was a large timber wolf man standing at the front door as he bigger then the door frame* “sorry to disturb you this evening ma’am I’m looking for a place to stay for few weeks I’m willing to work as a farm hand if that all right”
"Sure. You can stay here. There has been some odd rumors about a big bad wolf around the village."
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I can just imagine him being an absolute horny mess when he’s on his heat and she’s like bro… get your shit together cause their out with friends or something he’s like being really rude to anyone trying to talk to her and he just wants to go home and fuck her senseless
Oh my god but yes. (If you don’t like abo/wolfrry skip this piece!)
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He’s never miscalculated his rut before.
Harry had always had to be careful because he was the leader of his pack, he had to plan accordingly for when he was out.
YN wasn’t a wolf, she couldn’t scent him in the way he could scent her - he could smell her heat from days away.
It starts when they’re at dinner with a group of friends, Mitch and Sarah, Niall and Jayla, Zayn and Chelsea, Louis and Eleanor.
Harry’s normally very subdued in public, he hates going out anywhere and wants to be home - safe at their home whenever possible.
He begins to pick up YN’s scent so heavily it’s making him dizzy as she sits next to him - unaware as she’s drinking and laughing.
She smells like the purest piece of heaven on a bad day and right now she was radiating something so beautiful Harry could feel himself hardening up.
This never happened but he was nearly blinded with his arousal for his mate that he couldn’t even care or notice.
At first, YN doesn’t think much of it when his nose nuzzles at the nape of her neck, a low grumble emitting from his chest.
“I think that lip color looks great on you,” Mitch compliments innocently as they discuss makeup and outfits.
“Don’t fucking talk to her,” Harry snaps at his subordinate, Mitch lower his head in confused submission.
“Harry,” YN scolds, pulling him away from her neck with a hand in his hair, his eyes boring into hers with possession and adoration, “Be nice.”
“M’nice,” He rasps unbothered, his lips returning to where he just scented and bit down at base of her neck with enough power to ache, “Treat you so good, don’t I? M’a good mate, yeah? Take care of my little omega. Feed you, bathe you, fuck you.”
“Jesus,” Niall mumbles when he hears the leader trying to seduce her, he shakes his head, and they try to talk loudly enough other tables won’t hear.
This was so unlike Harry that YN was concerned.
“Come with me,” YN tells him, intertwining their hands and leading him into the bathroom and locking the door.
“Yea, good pet,” Harry purrs as his hands go to hike up the bottom of her dress, “M’gonna give it to you right now, stuff you full, yeah? With my pups, gonna give it to you, my mate.”
“Damn it,” YN curses as she slaps his hands away, earning an annoyed growl as his mouth literally waters for her.
“Can smell you,” He taunts in the low alpha bravado, eyes intense and unwavering, “S’dripping down your thighs yet, baby? Let me lick you clean.”
“Are you- fuck, why didn’t you tell me it was time for your rut? Big dumb alpha,” YN hisses as she gives his chest a light smack.
“Submit,” Harry orders in his low timber, his hands back at her skirt - he could basically taste her cunt on his tongue right now.
“Not here, you dick,” YN shakes her head as she takes his car keys from his suit jacket pocket, “We’re not starting your rut in a restaurant bathroom, we’ll never get you out of here.”
“You want it though? Yes?” Harry crows as his hand cups her neck, “Want my pups? Sweet girl, tell me.”
YN’s eyes soften a bit, her hand coming to caress his cheek, “Yes alpha. Let’s get home so I can show you, okay?”
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#wolf!harry masterlist#wolfrry#wolf!harry#abo harry styles#abo!harry#harry styles smut#harry styles writing#harry styles#harry styles masterlist#harry styles fic rec#harry styles x reader#harry styles fluff
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I think I figured out what breed my wolf kintype is … I know I have brown fur and my range is around woodland areas… Im not very big, I’m still kind of a pup . So I’m pretty sure I’m a timber wolf . I’m very excited about it , hence me showing off my tail wagging ~
K!nk DNI !!!!!
Pronouns:they/it/wolf
#psychological therian#wolfkin#dni if kink#canine kin#psychological otherkin#dogkin#wolf therian#therianthropy#lycanthrope#alterhuman#otherkinity#puppykin
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The Werewolf AU has expanded! The Paldean Elite Four and champion are now a band of werewolf bandits known as the Pelted pack (because they have such nice, warm fur pelts)
The members of this pack are as follows:
Rika: a Green Mountain wolf, who is the eyes of the pack. She has great eye sight and can navigate well in the thick forest. She was once captured by humans to be sent to The Facility, but she managed to escape, but not without a few scars.
Poppy: a Short-haired Black timber wolf. This little pup is just full of energy and is always ready to fight and defend her tiny pack, despite her young age. She was orphaned after her old pack were hunted (same thing happened with Ingo and Emmet), but was rescued. Because she’s so young, she can’t a lot of physical damage with brute strength, but she does have a knife!
Larry: a Common Feathered wolf. Larry was born and raised in captivity of The facility, so he never know life outside in the wilds. Because of his upbringing, Larry only knew a life of hard manuel labor (basically a slave) in and around the compound, like passing food to the other wolves, heavy lifting, cleaning, etc. After the fall of The Facility, all the wolves were freed, but he remained in the abandon compound, until Rika found him…
Hassel: a Golden Plains wolf. He is the oldest of the pack, as well as the wises. Hassel is the muscle of the team and will spare and train with the others, except Poppy, it’s more playful. While does interact with the others, he kepts to himself; he once had a mate who was killed and since then hasn’t moved on, until he was found. Eventhough he is powerful, Hassel is a gentle giant.
Lastly, Geeta: a Midnight Mane wolf. She’s the “Alpha” of this team. Eventhought she is thr leader, she takes all the opinions and feedback from her pack into consideration; they are one family. Geeta was once captured and was in a compound (simiar to the one Larry lived in) for a few years, expirencing a lot of torture, hence why she has no trust in humans, except for one… Little is known about her and what exactly happened during her days in the compound, but she is fierce and dangerous…
This AU is still a work in progress, but if you want to throw some ideas my way of want to learn more, let me know! At some point, I’ll make a post that explains the entire werewolf AU, starting with the Submas brothers!
#pokémon#pkmn#elite 4 rika#elite 4 hassel#elite 4 poppy#elite 4 larry#champion geeta#werewolf#werewolves#werewolf au
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Twilight giving the group animal nicknames?? More likely than you think.
We already know about Time calling Twilight pup (baby wolf), and Twi calling Wild cub (baby fox)
But just. What other names has Twilight given out? Things that sprung to his lips and just stuck. He doesn't necessarily have a reason for them though some he does, just. Things that to him mean something special even if the others don't understand.
Wild: As stated above he gets called cub. But also I could see Twilight calling him a "Crazy Reynard" (Reynard is a name for a male fox but also a myth. I'm going off of it as a gendered term though)
Wind: In Bareit2000's What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor they have Twilight call him Kid as in a baby goat and god damn that is precious and lives rent free in my head. This fic made my cry so hard I will forever hype it. But also getting called something akin to a Racoon when he's being sticky fingered gremlin is also very good.
Sky: Pen (female swan) maybe it's after the first time they get to see Skyloft. Or him listening to sky talk about Crimson and missing home, but it's also definitely paired with Twilight getting to see Sky's skills blend with the rage he keeps buried. It just rolls off his tounge one day after Sky gets hurt and he's fretting and boy does it confuse the skyloftian but he can't quite bring himself to question it. Most of the group assume it's because Sky writes home so often, but it's More something akin to a beautiful and terrifying compliment. (Tiercel -Male Eagle- would also be good but also a mouthful when you're trying to be soft)
Legend: Buck/Little doe depending on how annoying hes being to make Legend smile. Most people would assume this has something to do with deer and be confused. But no. These are also terms for Rabbits!! When they're alone and Twilight it comforting Legend He will straight up just call him Bunny. But he knows Legend doesn't want the others to know so he wouldn't ever comprise that. Legend 100% does not know about that being the terms for Male/Female rabbits so he's just as confused as the others.
Time: Timber (Makenzie valley/Timber wolves are the largest wolf breed). Time doesn't know about the heroes shade/how own wolf form. The rest of the group probably associates him with protective bear if anything and Twi definitely will tease him with the "Papa bear" title. But Timber/Old Timber is Twilight's name for him. Easy to assume he's just calling Time a tree seeing as he makes enough jokes about being raised by one. So it's all the more fitting even if Twi is the only one who actually knows the meaning behind the name.
Warriors: Tom (as in Tom cat) but also Rooster when he's being annoying. Cats (and I mean this in the most loving of ways) can come off as vain little assholes. And him and Twilight definitely rub each other the wrong way frequently. But all the cats Twilight met on his journey were also friendly and helpful and kind. And he knows a village of cats, he loves cats, and knows that they're also absolutely helpless dumbasses that get themselves into stupid situations even though they're quite smart and resourceful. But when Wars won't shut up he very much gets called Rooster. The group is really only confused about Twilight randomly calling him Tom until the day he straight up just calls Wars a "Feral Tomcat"
Hyrule: little Hob / Kit (Male or baby Ferret). Hyrule is resourceful but also tricky and mysterious. He has tons of energy and a wild side that gets him into interesting situations. Hob is also a term for Gremlin/Hobgoblin and other similar fae creatures.
Four: Mouse/Pinky/Mischief after learning about his tiny form and and the Picori/Minish he just can't help it! He finds it adorable and he means it in the best of ways. A lot of people might think he's making fun, but Four takes it as a compliment because he loves being small and he loves the Minish! Being called Pinky confused him the first time because most would assume that would be Legend. But it was more something that slipped out when Twilight saw that his eyes has turned that light shade of red because he was upset, and Twi does actually explain that so it makes sense.
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salutations :] any wolf plushies ? but specifically charcoal coloured ones ? ty, and I love your blog sm :D
Aurora Sweet and Softer / Mini Flopsie Winter / Flopsie Wily / Miyoni Pup
Douglas Dancer / Albie / Ashes
Bearington Timber the Wolf
Ark Toys Beans / Sitting
Demdaco Animalcraft
check out my #wolf tag for more
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how many children do they want? For everyone?
Normally I might not do something for every single one, but because this is simple! (if you have any questions about why I put the number that I did, I would love the question!)
Let's get it going >:3
Sans: 0-1
Papyrus: 1-3
Blueberry: 1-2
Stretch: 1
Red: 0-1
Edge: 0-2
Axe: 1-6
Noodle: 0
Lord: 1-3
Mutt: 1-2
King: 1
Alpha: 0
Overlord: 1-5
Pup: 0
Commander: 1
Hound: 0-4
Chief: 0-1
Wolf: 2-6
Royal: 1
Fang: 0
Prince: 0-3
Canine: 1
Leader: 3
Beast: 2
Grandeur: 2
Behemoth: 3(already has one!)
Tycoon: 1
Brute: 10
Cloud: 0
Bat: 0
Superior: 1
Exo: 0
Briliance: 0
Werewolf: 3
Vivid: 1
Lycan: 0
Ruler: 0
Pooch: 0
Sheriff: 0
K9: 0-1
Crowned: 0-3
Whelp: 0
Dynast: 2
Mongrel: 0
Rebel: 0
Shards: 0-4
Regicide: 0
Cur: 0
Luce: 0-12
Hellhound: 3-6
Baron: 2
Pawls: 2
Palace: 5
Cad: 7 (in Fellswap Blush, large 'litters' of babies is seen as very good luck!)
Duke: 0-3
Bull: 0-2
Captain: 0
Dogfish: 1-2
Regent: 0-3
Coyote: 0-4
Cosmos: 1
Galaxy: 0
Nightmare: This one really depends tbh.
Dream: 0-3
Passive: 2!
Oxi: 0
Sleeper: 4
Coma: 0-3
Gloom: 0-1
Wiseguy: 0
Bones: 0
Clip: 0-4
Boss: 1
Books: 0-4
Crank: 000000000000!
Envy: 3
Pride: 0
Calamity: 4
Tragedy: 3
Crisis: 0-2
Misfortune: 0-2
Scourge: 0
Field: 0!
Crop: 0-1
Diva: 0
Charm: 0-3
Vibrant: 0-1
Corn: 3-6
Harvest: 2-7
Sheep: 2-7
Duster: 1-9
Shot: 0
Soil: 1
Repeat: 0
Lover: 0-3
Hearts: 1-6
Heartbreak: 0
Beau: 0-3
Dreamboat: 0
Reap: 0
David: 0
Wraith: 0(duh)
Screen: 0-3
Keys: 1
Mimic: 3
Ringer: 0
Burn: 6
Arman: 2
Levi: 0
Chua: 2
Dracul: 3
Shifter: 0 >:\
Maiden: 0
Vestal: 0
Eros: 4
Aphro: 1
Venus: 1-2
Cuddles: 0
Astra: 1
Aloith: 0
Sugar: 3-5
Sweetie: 5!
Hop: 1
Sway: 2
Stomper: 0-1
Jazz: 0
Flamenco: 2
Uprock: 2
Ballet: 1
Taps: 2
Waltz: 4
Boogie: 0
Cross: 0
Error: 0
Ink: 5(but shouldn't have any)
Drain: 0
Glitchy: 0
Static: 0
Fairy: 0
Splat: 3
Fresh: 0
Rad: 0
Fresh Ink: 0
Dusty: 0-2
Powder: 0-2
Cupid: 0
Fragment: 0
Stardust: 0-3
Shooting Star: 0-3
Slay: 2
Killer: 2
Yanberry: 6
Snap: 4
Echo: 1
Pinks: 0-10
Passion: 0-2
Desire: 1
Feral: 0-3
Sharp: 0
Oak: 5
Sunflower: 0
Supernova: 3
Sunspot: 0
Snackers: 3
Butcher: 0-3
Timber: 4
Bark: 5
Bud: 0-4
Vine: 0-1
Strawberry: 2
Chum: uhhh
Rigel: 0-2
Vega: 1
Light: 1-4
Deep: 0-2
Daydream: 4
Delusion: 0-3
Mur: 1
Solar: 2-3
Nightfall: 0-4
Sunset: 0-5
Scarlet: 0-1
Leopard: 1-10 (wants a lot of babies but is okay with only just one or even none!)
Rosy: 5(has some already, but he just sorta uh… found those)
Shadow: 0-1
Lace: 0
Lamp: 0-4
Shade: 0-3
Luna: 0
Chills: 0-2
Shiver: 1
Nymph: 4
Fae: 6
Sprinkles: 0-4
Crumble: 0-1
Sticky: 4 (isn't sure if he even could)
Mallow: 1-5(already has the hungry time trio lol)
Empire: 0-3
Aquatica: 1-4
Skillet: 0-3
Determ: 5
Cielo: 3
Comet: 3
Badar: 5
Soul: 2
Chains: 0
Moonlight: 0
Suns: 0
Breaker: 4
Undertaker: 2
Corpse: 1
Inker: 0
Angel: 0
Bane: 2
Defect: 0
Fable: 1
Thorn: 1
#I have a lot of reasons for these funnily#like why those few or why so many#it's kinda exciting#undertale alternate universe#undertale alternate timeline#undertale ask blog#undertale au#undertale imagines#undertale headcanons
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The Hearth-Keepers
Dark Laith walked slowly up the gravel path that lead up to the holy hill. It felt right to take his time and walk with some air of contemplation and gravity in such a ceremonious moment, but in truth he was also filled with a strange dread and wanted to prolong his meeting with the hearth-keepers. With the sun so low already, the pine trees surrounding him created a dense shade in the forest, and without the torches he would not be able to see. The forest floor was cleaned of brush but the trees were enormous and thick with age. There was an alien, almost undetectable humming feeling in the moist saltwater air here that reminded him of his childhood trips to the forest of Hercynia. Some spirits surely dwelt here, as there, he thought, though perhaps not of the same kind, perhaps less kind to men, more eager to haunt mortal life. Laith's brother had loved the terrifying spacious abyss of the "enchanted" Hercynian wood, had ran through the endless dark forest like he was truly a wolf, born to chase through its timber halls, but only had been dragged away as a pup to mankind. Laith had felt the gods there before he even stepped under the first tree. He had dreamt of them, saw the horror of their bestial faces in the night. They called to him and he knew how real they were.
He felt the gods again here, at the holy hill. He could taste them on the salty air, smell them in the damp earth and hear them in the howl of the cold sea-wind through the tops of the ancient trees. He shivered from that wind and curled his toes in his shoes to push blood back into them, wrapped his fur mantle tighter around him. This country was deeply cold, in every inch of its land.
He glanced to Sindri ahead of him. He was piously silent in the approach to the hill, and Laith was gladly surprised. He hadn't thought such a man to be capable of piety, but there were many things about Sindri Whitemane that did not fit. "Eccentric" is the word Laith's father might have used, smirking, for the hulking white-haired captain. "Insane" is what his mother might have judged. Neither of them were here now, in this forest, Laith thought, only me, Sindri, and the gods, creeping behind each tree, peeking out at me like foxes.
The smell of wood-smoke entered Laith's nose and the lulling crackle of a bonfire could now be faintly heard. How sweet it would be to sleep by that fire after the day - the year? - Laith had been through. No rest yet, Laith thought, and summoned his wits out of the drifting space inside him and into the ritual ahead.
"You do remember the words, don't you, dark creature?" Sindri asked. His voice was calm but imperious as always, but quieter now. 'Dark' he had called him, as everyone did - but was it an insult when it came from Sindri? Laith wondered. Laith's dark brown hair and greyish pale skin was unusual among other gilded men, and made him look like a foreigner. But then Sindri's white hair and orange-tan skin marked him, too, as coming from a queer outlander tribe. Sindri seemed to sense Laith's thoughts and glanced back with his smouldering scarlet irises and smirking mouth.
"Of course." He reviewed the ritual words once more in his head as the bonfire clearing came into sight.
"It's not the end if you forget," Sindri said, "For me anyway. For you, well... you've had a decent life if these hags end it for you tonight."
Although Laith's kin claimed to practice the same faith as these southerners, this was quite another thing than the tidy timber temples adorned with tapestries and neat stone hearths in his homeland up north. Before him was a clearing in the forest on the edge of a rocky cliff overlooking the bay. Tall stones stood in a large ring around a huge bonfire in the center of the clearing. The stones were covered, every inch, in elaborately carved runes and diagrams whose hollow divets had been painted. Animals, men, monsters, and gods leered out at Laith from the faces of the standing stones. The white-cloaks stood all around, within the circle of stones and outside it, peering like he imagined the gods peering from behind the trees, only the shimmering reflection of red flame in their eyes revealing them. Old men, all of them, perhaps a few more than a dozen, as far as Laith could see. White and grey beards flowed out of the white woolen hoods. Their long, clean white cloaks were tied at the waist with woolen belts dyed red and orange and trimmed with repeating red patterns at the sleeves and hoods. They were somber and still as the standing stones.
A tall priest stepped forward from out of the dark and asked:
"Who comes this way to the hearth of the gods?"
Sindri answered: "Sindri, just a wanderer, comes here, to warm his blood by the old fire."
The tall priest replied: "This wanderer may make an offering." At this Sindri performed the ritual and took his place by the side of the assembly of priests standing in the shadows of the stones.
"Who else comes this night?" said the tall priest. Laith stepped forward into the light of the bonfire and looked into the priest's face as far as he could. Sharp, angular features were chiseled into a long and serene face which had seen much more in life than Laith.
"Laith, just a wanderer, comes here, to warm his blood by the old fire."
"This one too may make an offering."
Laith detected a hint of amusement in the old man's distant eyes. Laith slung his pack out from behind him and took out the tiny goat-kid that had been gently sleeping in it. He carried it forward onto the stone table as Sindri had done moments before. He spoke the words in the ancient language of the elves and tried not to think of what he was doing as he cut the animal's throat with the bronze dagger. He felt some shame at having to repress his sympathies for such an insignificant creature as the blood spilled from its neck on to the dagger, onto his hands, onto the stone table. He had done well enough - it had not had a chance to cry out. He put down the dagger and picked up the animal, dark blood rushing out from its throat, carried it to the edge of the fire. When the flames were hot on his face he took another step forward and flung the beast into the ancient pyre. On the ground at the base of the fire countless charred bones of sacrifices from throughout the ages formed a thick ring. A man-skull stared back at him for a moment, he thought... but surely not. He switched his eyes back to the corpse of the small animal embedded on the logs, its fur beginning to burn off. He stepped back, the burning on his face relieved, looked at the tall priest, and took his place next to Sindri. Laith wondered if he had really joined Sindri's kin as the ritual intended, or if he had merely abandoned his own gods. Sindri smiled at him, then at the priest. Now their talk, the talk of grown men, could begin, and soon, Laith prayed like the child he really was, I will be able to sleep.
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[read] carter bennett is everything
AWWW small carter :( gshshshsh he's a good older brother my son carter
I love timber wolf😭 cute expressive pup
Fucking. Thomas bennett. this book is gonna be full of Thomas Bennett apologist propaganda isn't it. He's only human. He made mistakes. Well he should have apologize before he's dead not after! I will refrain from complaining about Thomas Bennett because this is my son carter's moment. OH MY GOD thank you thank you Carter for not... Absolving him of all his wrongdoing. HOLD HIM ACCOUNTABLE!!
Carter's farewell speech from his pov... I'm tearing up a lot reading this book... SOMEONE TIE HIM DOWN!!!
I always felt like the bond thing is so... Convenient sometimes. Carter should be all blue and tingling how come nobody noticed it? His presence? But then again Ox said he could mute bonds just like when he's gonna be the martyr. Hmm....
reliving all of this memories of leaving gordo... Pain... I don't have a choice. Oh the lie you tell yourself so you can sleep better, Thomas Bennett. My resentment for you is endless😂 He's gotten an easy way out after ruining both Gordo and Mark's life. Fucking Thomas Bennett.
So far though, in terms of trying to make things light of the impact of fucking Thomas Bennett, this book isn't as bad as Ravensong. Which is good. Please keep it like this
What should I do if I'm beginning to feel so repulsed of Thomas Bennett😭 Don't fucking try to be the victim in this one. OUUUUUU yeaa tell him mark. FUCKING SAY IT TO GORDO THEN?? LIKE MAN HE APOLOGIZED TO MARK. HE APOLOGIZED TO ELIZABETH. WHY. THE FUCK. DID HE NOT APOLOGIZE TO GORDO???? I need this man to go to alpha hell.
Mark is a better person than me because I'd be legit give that fucking shitass a solid punch or two (I cannot fight or do any offensive skill to save my life)
DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HIM YOU... THOMAS FUCKING BENNETT... AND DONT TRY TO JUSTIFY YOURSELF!!!! UGH. Mark can't even grief in peace wtf?? I FUCKING HATE THOMAS BENNETT.
Canes and pinecones, epic and awesome. Cutiepie adorable baby Joe it's nice to see you again😭 you were so different later on...
This psychic-witch lady is funny hshsjsjsjjs
I just read the table of contents... Is Elizabeth gonna die :-(
Timber wolf my cute pup you just gave Carter attachment issues shgsgjshdudh
Meeting the evil father in law...
HSGSHSJSH CARTER AND GAVIN IS A FUNNY PAIR I love opposites attract you don't understand
SEE I COULD LIVE OFF FROM SIMPLY READING THEIR INTERACTION I AM THRIVING I AM LIVING NOTHING MATTERS ANYMORE GRRRAAHHHHh
😐 Thomas. Fucking. Bennett. Knowing robert has another son. Keeping that from everyone. Visits him from time to time. COMPLICIT WITH THIS ALL. How the fuck do you see Gordo back at home and smile to him knowing his dad fucking cheated and that he have another brother??? SHOULD I MAKE ANOTHER POST ON WHY THOMAS BENNETT IS THE SOURCE OF ALL EVIL???
Thomas Bennett really flopped in his alpha leadership ngl how do you even fumble Mark your brother, him always around and chose Richard as the second instead? Tf
Elizabeth singing / dancing /cooking moments always make me soft... :-( she danced with ox, reminiscent of his late mother. She cooked with robbie for kelly... on one occasion she danced with joe too. I don't think gordo have danced. He sang with the pack on the road. But idk with Elizabeth. And now with Gavin. She's... SHE'S MY MOTHER....
It was warm like a summer day. It was candy canes and pinecones, it was epic and awesome, it was dirt and leaves and rain, it was grass and lake water and sunshine.
I always loved repetition hsgshsj they're so endearing to me (Ox has drilled into my head that his father gave him shits but that's ok because he's my son.)
Carter spitting facts a lot today. That's true. FUKC YOU THOMAS BENNETT. you kept Gavin here! You're complicit! Scum of earth! Fucking hell I hate it here. He's the one who wabbled in dreams AFTER HIS DEATH. Fucking coward.
“My dad says that Bennetts don’t deserve to be in control. They ruin everything they touch.” you're right kid from Carter's memory lmaoo Abel and Thomas were not good leaders so props :)
FUCKING THOMAS BENNETT'S SECOND RICHARD COLLINS. ruining my son's Joe childhood like wtf. This is all Thomas Bennett's fault.
Wait WAIT THIS IS THE ROADTRIP CREW REUNION😭
Gavin you menace gshgsjdjf
Please tell me Carter did laundry on his trip............... 😔
Wait whos taking on the green creek mayor's position if Carter ran away.
Aileen and Patice: the ultimate plot device
More Thomas Bennett forgivement propaganda. Snooze. This is... This is very blatant attempt to redeem thomas bennett and as #1 Thomas Bennett hater I will never stand for this😠 there is no way you can backtrack everything from ravensong, tj klune hshsjshsghs
Daddy Rico😭 gonna have a small pup (baby) soon
I'm tearing up oh lord this keeps happening. Every reunion... Damn it...
How the hell Elizabeth keeps knowing every single. Lady??? Robbie's mother. And then Gavin's mother. HMMM? ARE YOU A COMPLICIT TOO ELIZABETH
Damn it I can't believe everyone in town knows Gordo's father cheated on another lady and decided to traumatize him further through child labor and other means. That's disappointing. (yes I will babify gordo until the end of time) and that is a lot to ask ngl Elizabeth...
WERE HOME BABYYYY AND THAT MEANS MORE COZY PACK DYNAMICS AAAGAGHHHHH
Thank you, Carter being the only sane non-TB-apologist here... My son Carter... NOOO THEY'RE GASLIGHTING HIM UP... Thomas Bennet really has the whole clan manipulated... That scum... don't worry I'll carry the resentment enough for the whole pack
HSGSHSHSHSHS ngl I thought the premise of Carter leaving is a bit repetitive (and a bit dumb). but it is what it is
Gordo you old man you have said the father's day joke line before!! Your age is showing...!
My son robbie speaking facts. Gordo could kick the bennets when they returned. They had no rights.
I would read a whole book full of these, cozy, daily moments of the packs... No hunters, no alpha society shit, no wacky wizard trying to have power. Just... JUST STUFF LIKE THIS PLS... Die rabbit die? COURTING CHAPTER NEXT... I need to see Carter flustered.
Thomas uh... I had few objections to Elizabeth's heartful speech to Carter but I'll let it slide for the sake of, sake... Oh Elizabeth is dropping death flags... Rip... My queen...
Oh my god team former humans is so gentle with gavin😭 anything... NOTEPADS!!! just like bar scene in ravensong... My fav...
GAVIN DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE AGHJHhsshgsjs this is so sweet it hurts
I had several objections on how it can be Thomas Bennett's faults, Joe. But I won't say it because brothers bonding time. And I can kinda see his point... Damn Zen Alpha...
SHUEHSHDUE JOE :-( the bestest little brother ever please this is hurting me
I wish so too. Thomas is an awful alpha. Sure he may be a decent husband and father. Other than that he is shitty. I don't know why he has to pre-decide Joe as an alpha... Did he and Elizabeth go for a third son until they got an alpha... THIS IS SO INAPPROPRIATE I'll be back to Thomas slander
Tho-- no, no. I have better self control than this... HMM... ACTUALLY... SCREW IT. IT FELT LIKE. tj klune is like. Aware of how shitty Thomas Bennett too and to redeem him. He kept trying to backpedal. More and more propaganda, tch... the letters feel eerily similiar to my thoughts IF I were to be swayed to thomas bennett forgivement propaganda. No. No. I will not go over there.
Hmmm I don't know what to feel about this whole
*Thomas Bennett ruined a life and causes immense heartbreak that lasts 20 years (mark, gordo)*
Someone: oh sure he made an oopsie mistake he loved you, you know? Just forgive him, it's not a big deal. Get over it you fucking whiny bitch.
Less to say, I am not impressed...
HSGSHSJSH carter can be a straight one sometimes (as in, comedy duo. What do you call it, boke? Tama?)
THANK YOUUUI for backpedalling about gordo's mother. she's a victim. She barely get her respects even when she told the truth, that wolf lies, that wolf used gordo. Back then, Abel, Richard and FUCKING THOMAS BENNETT all is complicit in the scenescheme.
My son Gavin is 32 years old😭 when was he bitten because it can't be that long right...
I love that they're babying my 32 years old son😭
Elizabeth... You're so strong for admitting it all... Still won't change the fact that you AND FUCKING THOMAS BENNETT SCUM manipulated ox... And Mark... And gordo... Yeah idk...
Why are we skipping carter's i am wolf wolf provide wolf give food big wolf gavin must give food racoon racoon die racoon for gavin gavin eat racoon. Like WHY
THE JOY OF WHAT😭
I love love love the moments each protagonist got with other members of the pack...makes it very lively and just cozy
ELIZABETH HAD A CRUSH IN MAGGIE WHAT IN THE WORLD
...i feel like I should do write more live reactions but using the app is a hassle. This is now twitter💀 whatever...
Jessie is so real for cutting off that guys monologue. If you want to talk a lot at least make it interesting. It's not. I am still traumatized from Elijah's 3-pages rant referencing bibles and shit.
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In My Documents Folder
Pairing: Superman/Lois Lane/Clark Kent
Rating: Explicit
W/C: 6,530
Genre: Crack!fic
Summary: Lois Lane writes self-insert Superman fanfiction. Check out her latest story idea sent to her mysterious new beta— “What if Clark Kent and Superman are more than just friends? And what if the thing that could tear them apart (both in love with Lois Lane) is exactly the thing that could bring them together?”
Reads better on Ao3 for formatting purposes.
In My Documents Folder
She shouldn’t be doing this. She was at work and she really shouldn’t be doing this. Anyone could walk by and see what she was doing. And it really should not be this. Not here, not now. No, Lois Lane was dancing along a dangerous line and really shouldn’t be doing this.
I walked toward the edge of the building.
She typed as quickly and quietly as she could muster. She hoped no one could tell how anxious she was feeling. The nervous energy could be coming off her in waves for all she knew.
It wasn’t soupposed to be like this. I wasn’t soupposed to lose hope.
Lois looked around, making sure no one was peeking at her work.
I looked down below me and saw the flat ciment 40 storys down. I knew I wouldn’t survive the fall.
Taking a deep breath, Lois decided the coast was clear and took the plunge.
If I were to have even a kernal of hope left in my body, all of it would be directed toward the thought of him saving me, of him catching me, of him holding me in his arms. I climbed on top of the ledge and wavered in the strong wind. I closed my eyes and hoped with all the strength I had left.
“Please, catch me, Superman,” I whispered into the knight's air.
Just like my father taught me to take my first steps, I put one foot before the other and felt myself falling.
Before I knew what was happening and before I could realize the mistake I had just made, that feeling of hope warmmed my entire body.
He was here, he had heard me, he had caught me, and his arms sorrounded me fully. Finally.
“Superman,” I gasped, arms tight around his neck.
“Lois,” he began in that deep timber that shook me to my very core.
“Lois,”
She could swear she heard his voice screaming her name in her head. It was as clear as day.
“Lois,”
The voice called again.
“Oh, Superman, you sound so sexy when you say my name,”
“Lois!!”
Lois was startled in her seat, realizing the voice wasn’t in her head and that Clark was standing in front of her trying to get her attention.
“Didn’t you hear me, Lois?” Clark’s tone was so different from the Superman in her fantasy.
“No, sorry Clark. I was, um, really focused on my work.” Lois quickly closed out the document she had been working on and opened up a web page with actual work-related materials on it.
“What are you working on?” Clark asked, they’d already turned in the last article they had been writing together and Perry wasn’t handing out new assignments until tomorrow’s staff meeting.
“Uh,” she faltered, “Just a fluff piece in case Perry needs something to fill a slot,” Lois swiveled out of her chair and grabbed her coffee cup to walk it to the break room.
“You looked a little intense to be working on a fluff piece,” Clark didn’t believe her for a second, she was always working on new leads and not bringing him in until their boss practically forced it on her. He guessed it was hard for Lois to break away from her lone-wolf tendencies and break into her den mother role.
“Drop it, Kent,” Lois warned.
“I’m still trying to find my footing here Lois, and I can’t very well do that if you keep locking me out,” Clark pleaded with her and watched as she dropped three sugar cubes into her coffee. That was unlike her, she normally drank it black. Something was up.
“I said drop it.” Lois glared at him over the brim of her cup. She liked the green reporter and found his dorky personality endearing most of the time. But some days, like today. He was a little too perky for her taste. A little too insistent.
Clark looked at her hurt, like the youngest pup in her pack that didn’t get any meat because his big brothers and sisters had taken it all already. Still, he put up his hands in surrender. “Fine, I’ll drop it. For now.”
A few weeks later, Lois had practically forgotten about the piece she had written. After she had gotten home that night, she felt inspired enough to finish writing it but left it for later to edit. She had too much other work to do with the possibility of a break on the Lex Luthor investigation.
She considered posting it, under a pseudonym of course. How embarrassing would it be if people found out she was writing self-insert Superman fanfiction? And not just any fanfiction– sexy, smutty, dirty fanfiction. She thought about changing her name in her piece, but due to her notoriety as a reporter, there was enough Superman/Lois Lane fanfiction already out there that she could get away with blending into the masses.
This wasn’t even the first story she had written. She had five others that were incredibly popular in the Superman fandom. She was one of the few writers who wrote from the first-person point of view. Admittedly, she had read nearly the entirety of all other Superman/Lois Lane paired fics. They were hot and they kept her warm on her lonely nights. However, her work differed greatly from the others on the forum.
There were even a few Batman/Superman/Lois Lane fanfictions that were bookmarked for her to read over and over again.
Apparently “real person fiction” was a popular sub-genre of fanfiction. For her, it was a good outlet for all her horny feelings she couldn’t exactly bring to the big man himself. For one, she doubted Superman would actually be interested in her like that and secondly, she doubted Superman would be interested in anyone like that. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to sleep around with half of Metropolis, let alone famous reporters he needed to have a professional relationship with. (Or other superheroes).
And so what if she had a little crush on the guy? She’d like to hear one person in the entire world claim they didn’t have a curiosity about what was hiding under that red cape of his. Lois had spent too many hours in his presence to not wonder and stare blatantly at the package he was carrying. It had to have been huge, and some nights it was all she could think about.
But she couldn’t think about it now. Because now, her very platonic work partner Clark Kent was on his way over to help with the break in the Lex Luthor case. And thinking about Superman being naked in front of her was not conducive to a productive work night with his antithesis, Clark Kent.
Before she heard the knock on her door, she knew he had arrived. There was scuffing and bumbling she could hear coming from down her hallway. She opened her apartment door to see Clark clumsily making his way to her apartment carrying way too much Chinese food, his bag, a stack of files, and a box of documents.
“Clark, ever heard of a second trip?” Lois didn’t move to help him. She just waited for him to get to her.
“Oh, uh, Lois! Hi!” God, he was so nervous around her. Even when he didn’t know she was looking. He was just a dorky, clumsy guy.
“Hi, Smallville. Need a hand?” He had reached her apartment and shoved the box and files into her waiting arms.
“Thanks,” he blushed. Not sure why, maybe because his skin brushed against hers in the handoff?
There were times, Lois had to admit he was kind of cute.
“I uh, I got Kung Pao, Sweet and Sour, Beef and Broccoli, some tofu, steamed vegetables, rice– of course–, noodles, and spring rolls.” Clark still held the food trying to point to what was what and trying not to drop it all.
“Put it on the table before you feed the carpet instead of us.” Lois cleared off space and pushed her open laptop to the side.
“Right, of course. Thank you.” Clark blundered around a little more, looking so uncomfortable to be in her space even though he’d been there countless times before.
“Did you get those crab things I like?” Lois asked, her mouth already full with a spring roll.
“Yes!” Clark nearly shouted. “Yes,” he said again, quieter. “And there’s spicy mustard and extra fortune cookies.” He anxiously took a seat on her couch and nearly spilled the open container of sweet and sour pork.
“Watch it, Kent.” Lois had to smile, his nervous energy was becoming more and more endearing the longer she was exposed to it. “God, you’re a mess.”
“Sorry,” Clark apologized and looked around for napkins. “Crap, they forgot the napkins and chopsticks.” He was about to get back up and offer to go out and get some before Lois put a stop to it.
“I think I have some. Stay here,” she stood up and walked over his lap to get to her kitchen. “Can you get started on proofreading my article while I look for them?” Lois nodded off to her open laptop and hoped he would be ready to work before eating.
“Yeah, sure thing. What’s the file called?” He grabbed the laptop and saw that the documents page was already open.
“Uh, I don’t remember!” she called from across the room.
Clark looked through the list.
Ace’O’Clubs Jewels - Nope
Bakerline Naval Base - No, not it.
Chinatown Herbs? Cannabis? - He wanted to ask her about that one but no, not it either.
Climbing the Man of Steel - This certainly wasn’t it but Clark clicked on it anyway, intrigued by the title. Since when was Lois working on Superman articles without him?
He saw a flash of the words there and immediately blushed a deep crimson hue. That was definitely not the article they were supposed to be working on.
“Fuck me, Superman,” I whispered in his ear. I knew with his super hearing I wouldn’t have to be loud, but with the way his huge, pulsing cock brusshed aganst my wet cunt, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep quite either.
“Did you find it, Clark?” Lois asked on her way back to the couch with napkins, utensils, and two bottles of beer.
Without thinking too hard about it, Clark sent himself the document and X-ed out of it at superspeed.
“Huh? No, not yet,” his voice cracked, heat tinging the tips of his ears, the span of his neck, and everything in between. “You- you have a lot of documents, Lois.” Clark scrolled way down the list, hoping to cover his tracks and not draw suspicion to himself. That must have been what she was working on when he interrupted her a few weeks ago.
“Give it to me, farmboy. You’re useless with technology.” Lois grabbed her computer and quickly found and opened the correct document. “Here, I refuse to use spell check. I don’t trust it.” She handed the laptop back and got to work on devouring the chow mein.
“Yep,” was pretty much all Clark said for the rest of the night.
The first thing Clark did when he entered his apartment after the night at Lois’s, was check his email to make sure the document made it safely to his inbox.
It did.
Oh boy did it look intimidating sitting there with no subject line and no body– just the attached file.
Scared but excited, like the way he imagined sexual excitement felt, Clark opened the document. He knew it was a massive invasion of her privacy, but it was about him. Surely he had the right to proofread it before it went anywhere?
Climbing the Man of Steel by Clara Clarke
Before he got too into reading the one before him, Clark did a quick internet search of the name to see if there was anything else she had written online.
There was.
He was brought to a website called Archive of Our Own where author Clara Clarke had posted five other works and had at least 23 public bookmarks. (He had a lot of work to go through).
She only had one fandom listed on her dashboard and had received 16 gifted works. Her profile picture was an artist rendering of what he could only assume was a cartoon Lois Lane wearing nothing but Superman’s cape. It seemed like she was quite popular despite only having a few stories of her own.
Each one of her works was a Superman and Lois Lane pairing. All rated explicit. All with way too many comments and kudos for his liking.
How in the hell had she had the time to build up this secret empire? Superman had only been on Earth a little under a year (for all they knew, anyway).
Clark read through her other story titles, having to laugh at her sense of humor. They were listed with her most recent on top and her very first at the bottom.
Horny in Hob’s Bay: Superman rescues Lois Lane from a deal on the docks gone wrong. When the fighting was over and done with, he treated her wounds the only way he knew how; with his warm gaze and hot cock. Had he known how his heat vision would rile up the intrepid reporter, he may not have used it in such a public place. Lucky for them, the dock was empty and both were eager to soothe away the day’s stress with a hard and dirty fuck.
Gladiator Superman: (AU) Having recently been set free from the chains of oppression, Superman struggles with his new role of power. In a moment of weakness, or as some might say, great strength, Superman asks Lois Lane for help to take back control of his past by becoming her sex slave. Suited up in his WarWorld garb, Superman asks Lois to tie him up and use him like the powerless man he used to be. Only in her care will he find his true strength and power once again.
10 Times Superman Ruined Lois Lane For Any Other Man: Once you’ve been with Superman, you can never go back to a human ever again. Not only is his Kryptonian physique superior, but his special abilities allow him to wow a girl in bed. Who knew X-ray Vision and Freeze Breathe could be so sexy? Lois Lane did…
Clark had to stop reading there less he got distracted from reading her most current unpublished work. He bookmarked her author page and considered making his own account to edge his way into her world. Call is morbid curiosity– he always knew Lois Lane would be the death of him.
Feeling more confident about reading her unpublished work since she had other stuff posted already, Clark clicked back to the tab that contained her most recent story.
The first thing he noticed was that it was riddled with spelling errors. He wondered who was editing her writing before she posted it since she didn’t trust spell check. Maybe she had made friends in this online community?
And that thought gave him a truly disastrous idea. One that if Lois ever found out about it, she would make sure he could never walk, talk, or type again.
Since he was the man of steel, he decided to go ahead anyway. Consequences be damned.
The next morning, Lois woke up to nearly 25 new emails. It seemed that someone had found her work on Ao3 and liked it. Liked it a lot apparently. She had emails for kudos, comments, and bookmarks on each one of her works. With a prideful grin on her face, she opened the comment emails before getting out of bed for the day.
HouseOfEl left the following comment on Why Superman Wears His Underwear On The Outside:
I can’t believe I didn’t know this existed!! I am obsessed with your work! It’s so hot and totally believable!!!! My favorite line was when Lois said to Superman “Is that a superdick in your pants or are you just excited to see me?” Ha! I laughed out loud so hard! You are so funny, Clara!!! I can’t wait to read the rest of your stories!!!!!
HouseOfEl left the following comment on SuperFreak:
Clara, you’ve done it again! Funny, sexy, and smart! Your writing feels so authentic it’s like I’m there in Metropolis with them. I could totally imagine Lois and Superman getting it on in zero gravity. Let’s just hope he flew them over a source of water before they came all over the place. Although I know I wouldn’t mind being under them when that happened. Eep! I feel like I found my crowd!! You’re just as kinky and freaky as I am! If you ever need a beta, please reach out!
Lois wasn’t sure where this user came from but she was delighted to see they liked her work so much. The other three comments rang a similar tune. Even if the flattery was a bit over the top, it was cute. She imagined the person might be some young college girl just figuring out her sexuality and kinks. She hadn’t touched her last work in weeks and probably wouldn’t have time to edit it anytime soon since she and Clark had maybe found a crack in the Luthor case. So she thought, why the hell not?
Lois sent an email to HouseOfEl introducing her online persona and taking them up on their offer to beta. She sent along her latest story and hoped they’d be able to help edit out all her spelling errors. She knew her old beta was getting tired of her shit and hoped this new pal would reignite her fic writing fire.
By the time Lois hopped out of the shower, her phone dinged with a new email. It was from HouseOfEl.
Clara,
Thank you so much for reaching out to me! You won’t regret this. I am hoping to follow in Lois Lane’s footsteps and work in journalism one day so I’m taking a bunch of writing courses in preparation. My professors always say that stretching your creative writing muscles is the best way to strengthen your professional writing skills. So really it’s you doing me the favor by letting me be the beta to your alpha! Ahha sorry, was that weird? Anyway, my name’s Ella, and I had some time this morning so your latest work is all edited and ready for final approval, boss!
My biggest comment on this fic is that I love how you describe Superman. He seems so real and lifelike like you’ve actually met him. I hope he really is as kind and sexy in real life as he is how you write him. He seems like a total dreamboat. (I mean, he’s Superman! How could he not be?!).
I also have a ton of ideas for other fics if you want to work together on something sometime. Just let me know. I am here for you!
Have a super day!
Ella
Okay, Ella was as sweet as sweet could be and Lois was delighted by this newfound relationship. She quickly hopped on her computer to upload the new work and gave a big shout-out to her new beta writer.
Then, she emailed her back.
Ella,
You are the best! Thanks for fixing my many, many spelling errors. I had no idea there were so many! Yikes!
Tell me, what ideas do you have in mind for Superman and Lois? The dirtier the better ;)
Sincerely,
Clara
At the office, Lois seemed to have an extra bounce in her step. Steve and Cat had teased her about it on her way to work and even that couldn’t deflate her airy mood.
“Clark!”
He was sitting at his desk, hunched over and looking like he didn’t get much sleep the night before. Come to think of it, Lois didn’t think she’d ever seen him look so tired.
“Did all that food tire you out last night, Clark? I swear, I’ve never seen anyone eat three entire boxes of rice and four main courses all in one sitting. You really packed it all away, big guy. I’m gonna have to stop calling you Smallville, Smallville.”
Lois patted her coworker on the back and watched in curiosity as he failed to respond with his usual grandeur.
“I’m fine, Lois. Just a normal Tuesday, honestly.” Clark didn’t look at her, he just flipped through the files on his desk.
It was odd that he didn’t interact with her more. Normally, he used any chance he got to try and wiggle his way into Lois’s good graces. Something was definitely off with him, Lois thought. He didn’t even seem nervous with her hovering so close.
“You sure, Clark?” Lois spoke with a tone of sympathy. If he was changing up his tactics to try and get her to be nicer to him, it was kind of working. And after the morning she had, she actually wasn’t too mad about it.
“Yeah,” Clark said, finally looking up at her. “I just want to get through work today.”
A silent look of comradery passed between them. Lois sympathized with the bags under his eyes and went off to her own desk to get started on the day's work.
It was like that between them for a few days. Clark was a bit more standoffish and exhausted, and Lois was a bit more perky and nice. It was like they swapped roles for the week. No matter what though, each day they were one step closer to nailing Lex Luthor and Lois was ten thousand words closer to becoming the most notorious Superman fanfiction writer.
She had both Clark and Ella to thank for both of those accomplishments.
Lois needed one more piece of evidence that implicated Lex with ties to Intergang and then her investigation would be complete.
And in the time she waited, Ella had helped her write three news stories about Superman and Lois.
Over the course of those few weeks, Clark had become incredibly more confident and secure in his work relationship with Lois. He had taken to teasing her and playing around in the office. His edits had a boyish flair to them that she was starting to find addictive.
There was only one time that she thought Clark knew her secret. When he had thrown a line at her that she could have sworn came word for word from one of her stories. It was a common enough line that she brushed it off as a coincidence. The only thing that made her feel like it was intentional was the smirk he gave her as he delivered the line on a silver platter. She had been caught off guard with it and he almost looked pleased with himself.
And it was the first time that she wanted to kiss his smirk off his bespectacled face.
With success on both fronts of Lois’s passion projects, she found herself looking at Clark with softer eyes and appreciating him so much more than she did when he first arrived to The Planet. All the extra time she was spending with him on the Lex case, and how much Ella’s editing style reminded her of Clark’s edits made her start to think differently about him. Differently in a way that would meld both her worlds together.
So after Clark left her apartment after another food and interview prep session, she gave in to her worst indulgence. Her fingers couldn’t dance across her keyboard fast enough. At 3 a.m. she sent a frantic email to her friend and beta.
Ella,
I had this crazy idea and please bear with me. I know something like this has been done in the past but I really think you’ll like my take on this classic trope. It’s enemies to lovers, coworkers to lovers, love triangle, one bed, angst, jealousy, double penetration, threeways, all the crazy good stuff we both love. And it’s not Batman/Superman/Lois.
Stick with me here. You know that reporter Lois Lane works with on her Superman articles? (Of course, you do, you somehow know more about Superman than I do). Anyway… I got this plot bunny in my head and it won’t jump away. What if Clark Kent and Superman are more than just friends? And what if the thing that could tear them apart (both in love with Lois Lane) is exactly the thing that could bring them together?
I present to you Metropolis's newest super polycule: Superman/Lois Lane/Clark Kent. Let me know what you think and as always, be brutal.
All the best,
Clara
Lois attached the draft and hit send. She waited with bated breath for her reply.
Clark flew into his tiny apartment’s window after an exhausting Superman save. Reversing twisters was tiresome and he wished every time that people would be kinder to the Earth to help prevent some of the natural disasters he had to help clean up after.
Just as he spun out of his suit and into his pajamas, his phone dinged and alerted him to a new email. It was from Lois– Clara technically, but they were both lying to each other about their true identities. Clark only felt a modicum of guilt that he was the only one to know the entire truth.
Until he read the email. Then he knew his actions were shameful and he was guilty of a thousand moral and ethically bad decisions.
But it was also 3 a.m. and he needed time to figure out how to clean up the mess he made. He might as well give a read to her story before he fixed things.
There I stood, at the end of my bed, knowing my life was irrevocably changed by the two men who lay beneath my blue flannel sheets.
I never would have expected this of my life. Never would have known that the man who sat across from my desk day in and day out could love me the same as the most powerful man in the universe. Or that those two men would love each other as much as they loved me.
No, I wouldn’t have guessed this. But I also wouldn’t have had it any other way. It was impossible to choose.
Superman, an obvious choice to some, but one who could be called away at a moment's notice. One who would come back beaten and battered by the world’s most evil of evils. One who came from another world, another life entirely. One who fucked like no other man on Earth.
And then there was Clark. Sweet, kind, dorky, and wholesome Clark Kent. A true American man from the heart of the homeland. His touch was as soft and gentle as one could hope for, yet as rowdy and fiery as a wild bull waiting to be broken. One who loved you as much as his Ma’s home-baked rhubarb pie and fucked you as sweetly as that pie tasted.
It was impossible to choose.
And why did I have to?
When they both loved each other as much as they loved me.
When they both fucked each other as hard as they fucked me.
When all three of us couldn’t stand to be apart longer than the time it took for Superman to fly around the world to get back to us.
Clark nearly spit out his coffee at the love letter Lois had written to him. It was hard to tell these days where reality split from fiction. How much did she really want the things she wrote about? How much did she want Clark Kent and Superman to be two separate people?
He saved his questions for later and continued reading on. As Lois tended to do, the sex scene started early in her writing and was usually woven in and out with the introspective insights of Lois Lane’s thoughts and feelings.
“Clark,” I moaned. His mouth on my breast sent tingles coursing through my body.
“Lois,” Kal groaned. My grip grew tighter on his thick cock with every bite and tug Clark gave on my nipple. Being with them both sent me to a different world of pleasure, one I had never known before the two of them teamed up to fuck me senseless.
“Kal, help me with her other breast,” Clark asked of Superman. The two men worked perfectly as a team. They were always in sync like they shared one brain. It drove me crazy not knowing what they were thinking up next.
Usually, it was Kal who directed our lovemaking, but tonight it was Clark. And I couldn’t be more excited to see him come out of that shy shell of his. Clark was always so jittery on his own. But with Kal there to comfort him, he seemed to have imbued some of his confidence too. It was sexy as hell and I wasn’t sure how long I would last before I came all over one of them.
Clark picked me up effortlessly and placed me on his lap. His cock wasn’t as large as Kal’s but what he lacked in size, he made up for in talent and enthusiasm. Its purple head leaked a bead of precum and suddenly all I could think about was having both cocks in my mouth at once.
I whimpered in want. I was wet with need.
Both of them attacked my breasts with their lips and tongue. Kal aided Clark by blowing icy air on my peaks and riling me up to a panting mess.
“Enough, boys. Please, I can’t take anymore,” I begged for them to stop, but they were unrelenting in their torture.
“Lois, Lois,” they chanted my name in unison, using their voice to distract me from their oncoming assault.
Before I knew what was happening, Kal slid behind me and plunged his cock between my slick folds. It was there that he met Clark’s awaiting cock, already filling the space between my thighs. They laughed, the sound was music to my ears. Both of them leaned forward, towards me, and attacked opposite sides of my neck.
I was in both heaven and hell. My arms were pinned by their large bodies preventing me from touching what was mine. I needed to feel their cocks with my hands. Having them both slick against my clit just sitting there was driving me crazy.
“Please,” I begged, unsure who to direct my plea to. Both of them, hopefully, would take mercy on me and free me from this prison.
In unison, they both raised to their knees. I could tell Clark was gripping Kal’s ass and that Kal was playing with Clark’s testicles. It was so unfair. They could touch each other, but they left nothing for me but the pressure of their chests crushing my lithe body between them.
“I need to touch you,” I pleaded once again, hoping for once, they’d let me be in control of the night’s pleasure even though I knew it was Clark’s turn. We would have to negotiate that soon. I’m tired of constantly being a mere plaything in this boy’s club of theirs.
They shared a silent look, a wordless interaction, and released me from their grip. Before they had a chance to trap me again, I bent down between them and stuffed both cocks into my mouth. Kal was so large he barely fit on his own. With Clark in there too, my jaw ached and was stretched to its absolute limits. It was a pain that zinged directly to my clit. I could feel myself dripping down my thigh.
And based on Kal’s growl, he could smell me too.
I tongued my two cocks as long as I could stand. My eyes rolled back in my head as their precum dripped off their swollen heads and into my greedy mouth. I pumped them both until I heard that familiar whimper fall from Clark’s lips.
It was time.
I pulled off of them and pushed Clark to lay flat on the bed. He was the easier one to push around. Kal didn’t take well to others giving him orders. That was another thing we’d have to negotiate. I would do anything to team up with Clark and torture Kal until his cock was dripping dry.
But for now, I need them both to fuck me senseless.
I mounted Clark like one of his horses at the county fair. I took my time sliding down his cock. He was so hard for me, for us, I swear he could give the man of steel a run for his money. And I would know since that man was perched behind me and preparing my other hole for his entry.
Usually, Clark took me from behind since his girth was less. But tonight, I wanted to look at him as I got fucked out of this stratosphere. I couldn’t say who I loved more, but gun to my head, my gut would say Clark. He was real, he was human, he was perfect for me.
Yes, I loved Kal, loved the way he made me feel. But with Clark, we connected on such a basic and human level that it was hard to give that up for even Superman.
Thankfully, I didn’t have a gun to my head and didn’t have to tear my heart in two. I could have them both. And damnit, I would.
Kal entered me once I was fully seated on Clark and I felt so full. I tilted my head back to rest on Kal’s shoulder as I adjusted to his size. I could feel the heads of both their cocks meeting in my middle and it make me sick with euphoria.
“Lois,” Clark breathed out my name. It sounded so needy coming from his lips. I could tell he wanted my eyes on him. Wanted me to watch him as my two lovers fucked me raw.
His deep blue eyes bore into my soul and he reached up to cup my tit. Kal reached a hand around and cupped my other. With both their free hands, they settled intertwined on my mound, feeling my womb bulge with the presence of them inside me.
“I love you,” they both whispered into my ear. Then we all started to move like the rodeo was in town and we wanted– no, needed– to win that first-place blue ribbon.
Clark sat up and we rocked together like we were one body moving, one body breathing, one body experiencing the same pleasure. I couldn’t pinpoint the amount of times I came because it felt like I was coming the entire time they were inside me.
Kal reached down to my clit and used his superspeed on just his fingers so they moved like a bullet vibrator.
“Yes, Kal! Clark, Yes!” I screamed. My walls clenched around Clark’s cock and I could feel the same thing happening around Kal’s cock too. Just a few seconds longer and I’d be a melted pile of cum.
Clark and Kal continued their assault on my body as I spasmed until I was whimpering and collapsed from the lack of energy. Only then did they both shoot their loads inside me and paint my insides with their seed.
I could feel buckets of cum dripping down my legs and thanked whatever God was up there that he sent me two supermen to love me and to fuck me. I was the luckiest woman in the whole goddamn universe.
Clark’s mouth was dry after he finished reading what Lois had written. His mouth was dry but his pants were an absolute mess. He wasn’t sure how many times he came from just reading, but he was sure it was just as many as Lois had in her story.
He opened up his email and sent a response he knew she wouldn’t want to read but knew needed to happen.
Lois,
We need to talk. Meet me on the roof of The Planet tomorrow at 10?
-Clark
Lois smoked a cigarette anxiously and tapped her foot staring at the roof access door for Clark to arrive. She wasn’t sure what he wanted to walk about, but the timing of it all seemed suspicious enough to worry. Waking up expecting an email from her beta but finding one from the subject of her story in her inbox instead filled her with dread and regret for having written anything at all.
She stomped out the butt of her smoke and contemplated lighting up another when she heard a fluttering behind her and gasped.
Fuck, now the other subject of her dirty dirty story was floating right in front of her.
“There’s no gun to your head, Lois,” Superman spoke in his booming voice. “You don’t have to choose.”
The words were way too specific to mean anything else.
“You’re Ella?! You’re my beta!?” She shrieked, unbelieving that she had sent Superman fanfiction to Superman himself. “Oh fuck me, fuck my life, fuck my career! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Lois couldn’t believe the turn her life was taking. She was too young and successful to die.
“It gets worse,” Superman cringed and landed in front of her.
“Oh, as if. Like things could get worse from here,” Lois paced, astounded that everything was falling apart right in front of her eyes. She had lost a friend in Ella, knowing he was Superman. And she had probably lost Superman, knowing that he knew what kinds of fantasies she had about him.
“I’m so sorry, I never intended for things to turn out like this.” Superman spun into his glasses and sweater vest and stood before Lois as Clark Kent.
Lois stood with her mouth agape before promptly passing out at the revelation.
“Lois!” Clark super sped forward to catch her.
A few frantic moments later, Lois regained consciousness and muttered, “I’m gonna kill you, Kent.” She’d effectively lost three people she cared about in a single moment.
“You can’t,” He regretfully replied, “I’m Superman.”
Lois fainted again. Briefly. Then she came back seemingly fully cognizant of the situation.
“Fuck!” she screamed. “That means there’s only one of you to sleep with!” She pounded her fists against his chest and then looked into his deep blue eyes behind his glasses.
And in that moment, nothing mattered. The lies, the deceit, the obfuscation. None of it was important. The man she loved most in the world cradled her close and was looking at her like she held all the answers to the universe. Nothing else mattered.
She kissed him senselessly and said, “At least I don’t have to email request you to edit my fics anymore.”
Clark laughed and replied, “No, and we can even act out new scenes to make sure they’re really good.”
They kissed again and went on to make a joint writing account under a completely new pseudonym: Lois&Clark4ever.
The End
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Howl (Final Rose)
Luna loved camping and so did Zahn. Tonight, the moon was large and full, and an idea popped into her mind.
“Hey, Zahn, do you want to howl at the moon?” Luna asked.
The wolf looked at her and shrugged.
“Come on. We can howl together.” Throwing her head back, Luna did her best impression of a howl.
Zahn chortled and then decided to show the pup how it was really done.
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Not far away, another group of campers stopped what they were doing and looked around nervously. This camping ground was supposed to be safe, well away from any Grimm or other threats. But...
“Was that a wolf?” someone asked quietly.
“It sounded a lot damn bigger than a wolf,” another person said.
“Sorry!” Ruby said, teleporting over because she knew exactly how people would react. “That’s our wolf. It’s okay.”
“Um... how big is your wolf?”
“Hmm... well... he’s big enough to tackle a car.”
“...”
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Author’s Notes
As an aside, Oerban timber wolves like Zahn will often howl as a way of signalling to each other since the sound can be heard over vast distances. You will also sometimes hear a ‘KWEH!’ at high volumes since chocobos are known to do something similar from time to time (not all kinds but black-and-red chocobos are known for it).
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Patriarch,Chapter 13: Werebeasts
Boy, am I tired... anyway enjoy this snippet
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"Follow me then, I guess." Coy sighed. Shifting and walking out into the dark, Forrest grunted to himself, regained his wolfy build, and followed. Glancing back at his cabin momentarily, hoping whatever Coy needed wouldn't take very long, as to not worry Rose and the twins if they awoke and discovered him gone. The wolf followed the coyote amongst the trees, padded paws rendering their movements nearly silent. They stopped at a small grove of trees, littered by smells Forrest was unfamiliar with. He began to wonder how he, Howard, and Jack never stumbled onto this place by accident, considering how often they went on runs through the woods. A gray timber wolf pup leaped from the shadows, pouncing on Coy and starting an impromptu wrestling match. Forrest shook his head, watching the pair reminded him of his own brothers, especially Howard.
The timber wolf pup noticed Forrest and began to growl and snarl, Forrest flattened himself to the ground as much as he could, going against just about everything he's ever known and actively trying to appear submissive, this had to be Timber. Coy grabbed his brother's snout sidelong in his mouth, giving him a look that Forrest could only assume the meaning of. The cue of a young owl filled the night air, although the sound did not come from above. A barn owl hopped forward from the trees, favoring a wing. Forrest' ears perked up as Coy glanced between the owl and Forrest with a whine. Forrest nodded, standing and taking on his humanly appearance. The wolf pup seemed to relax to a degree, sensing Forrest' intent to help.
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Now there once was a time when the northerners sang
Of a king they had crowned: more a boy than a man,
More a pup than a wolf, with the cold of the realm in his eyes
He’d broken a vow to the lords of the Twins:
Wed a stranger, a beauty, but a promise there’d been
So the Lord Frey demanded a bridegroom as compromise
And the timbers groaned
River wind softly moaned, “Oh, the King in the North doesn’t know
How a red wedding goes”
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#Robb Stark#catelyn stark#game of thrones#the red wedding#paola bennet#anyone remember this one? so good#music#timbers and wind
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