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If Thanos were a smarter man, he would have had the good sense to not get involved with the young Parker in the first place. But unfortunately for the Mad Titan, he just couldn’t help but find himself drawn to Peter’s young energy — or the massive cock that hung between his legs. He didn’t know mortals were capable of packing that much heat. Apparently they were.

And he could abide Peter’s chatty nature in some situations. Post-coital, coming down from an orgasmic high? Not one of them.

   Appalachia wasn't anything like what they taught him, Benji had been born and raised in Vault 76 and Reclamation Day was his first exposure to the outside world. The beautiful blue sky, fresh air hitting his skin, and the grass beneath his feet - the vault had all sorts of plants and videos but none of them came close to experiencing the real thing. The mountains had all kinds of mutated beasts, nothing like the ones he was taught in school and no idea how to defeat them.

   Benji had been chased by something that vaguely resembled a crab though it was a thousand times bigger and pincers that were far sharper. He was lucky though, just as he ran up a tree to get away, a tall man in metal armor came out of nowhere and shot the beast until it felt to the ground. Hesitantly coming down, he thanked the stranger who brought him back to his camp. 

John should have known better than to let his guard down. He hadn’t even looked over his shoulder before a quick slap was delivered to his thick dilf ass. It strained against the confines of his slacks which only served to make it more obvious. In his tight-fitting polo and khakis, he somehow looked lewd.  “Don’t do that. Not while I’m in uniform, at least.” John hissed while a blush marred his handsome features.

Peter Hale might be a damn ripe muscle bitch but Dante surely didn’t appreciate the fact that his long time wolf-mistress didn’t even mention that he got himself some competition in the category: the sheriff no less. That with the new-in-town archdemon managing to get himself stuck with the brawny officer—all in the name of helping Scott and his adorable little pack—it surely was just a matter of when than an if he should indulge: to watch the other saunter about like that and be serious with work, almost clueless at how his beefy curves were fighting against his own damn uniform like the bitch in him is eager to just burst out, well... from where he came from, chastity is the sin.

“Oh... then what are we waiting for then?” Dante hummed, his deep voice slicking through the steady air of the sheriff’s lonely office as the night shift hours almost stilled. That with nothing but a gesture of a hand, a small tear ripped along the seam of the sheriff’s respectable pants as a button popped at his equally respectable uniform shit while Dante waited on how the sheriff’s clothes will betray him now that Dante has caused some... weakness in the overall structure. “... let’s see what kind of panties you’re wearing so I can smack mommy’s ass outside of his uniform...” he teased on with his own play on words.

Familiar figure. Familiar scowl. Though as the Man of Steel descended in a graceful glide towards the stone steps right in front of the building, it wasn’t really that much of a stretch to spot Conner; especially more so with how Conner is literally the only person right there… and alone—which was all the more reason why Clark knew he had to be there. Moonlight, or what little of it managed to seep through the cloudy skies, crept along the proud sigil as it stood to be the only thing right on his chest, that with everything else that the light kissed on was the heft of the smooth and supple flesh of his breasts that jiggled on just slightly in his gentle step towards the wide stone path. His cape billowed, a momentary flash of the twin globes that munched in the strap of the thong that scantily covered his front—almost a threat to the very secret that they were protecting as it stretched on with the steady and stalwart strides that Clark did; strong legs flexing against the blue lining of his suit that desperately squeezed the meaty of his thighs before disappearing into the knee high clasp of his signature red boots.

“—okay, Kon. Hear me out… I caught the signal of your comm when I was flying through the area…” he began. He knew—he is aware—of Conner’s own determination. But as his massive breasts swelled for a breath, cold and stale, as he looked up to the massive enclosure of the old imposing buildings, he knew that he had to be here. For Conner’s sake. “...I just wanted to know if you’re safe...”

Being in a new town wasn't all bad. A fresh start, if you will. He'd been drawn to Beacon Hills, a pull that not even his coven could halt. So with their blessing, he moved across the country and start anew. He had enough money to get an apartment straight away, and it wouldn't be hard to earn money selling his skills to the local supernatural population, it seemed everyone and their grandmother was someone kind of other creature here.

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“Am I?” Scott had been staring. Raz was so cute and way out of his league which is why he had paused to consider that he really lucked out. Scott cleared his throat and forced his attention elsewhere and across the room. “Right. My bad for being a creep and just staring at you but can you blame me? You’re a work of art.” He brought his hands up, kissing his finger tips in a show of appreciation of Raz. “Y'know?”

Raz definitely noticed that Scott had some sort of interest in him. Would’ve been hard not to — the older man couldn’t exactly be described as subtle. Not that the attention came unwanted. Quite the contrary. Raz had a little crush on his mentor-turned-friend too. He hadn’t exactly been lowkey about it either.